So yeah – I’m in love with my best friend – and it’s a totally hopeless, unrequited case.
Logically, I know if he had any romantic interest in me at all, I’d already know. He’s not subtle or shy. He dates a lot. A LOT. (Like, seriously, the man needs a hobby.)
But on the other days of the week, when he isn’t going out with a random supermodel type? He’s with me. (He might date the models, but he can’t live without me. That’s something, but probably not enough.)
Now and then I’ll try to create a little distance, try to regain my footing a little, but he always notices, and he doesn’t understand. He says he misses me. He asks me what’s wrong and comes over and wants to have long quiet talks about what’s going on in my head. Because he has no idea.
His name’s Seth and he’s 26. He’s smart, and sweet, and steady, and he looks at me with those huge hazel eyes and I think, I will never get over you, never.
Someday he’s going to get serious with someone and my heart will be totally broken, but on the other hand it will probably be the best thing that could ever happen to me, because I think that’s the only way I’ll ever get over him.