I’ve rarely been happy with the company I’m with. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had a lot of fun with so many different people over the years, but I can’t remember the last time I was ever true to myself around someone who liked me the way I am and still remained a friend. There plenty of people who keep me at arms distance and the only one that’s truly embraces me for who I am, I still date. No one ever in between. It’s not hard to imagine why.
So you can’t blame me for wanting this badly. Chance encounters like this don’t happen often enough and for the most part we hardly notice it unless we’re in the right place at the right time.
And since I am in the right place and the right time. I’m not going to let her get away this easily. For a friendship that’s build on the odd love for old things past and whatever darkness that lies in between, you might think that its hard to keep things purely platonic. But relationships that I build are rarely ever so simple. Not when you have another ice queen who could lie with her eyes. Not when you have a heartbreaker who now understands what he’s capable of doing. Not when you have the girlfriend who stands in the middle, curious to see how this tale unravels.
Even if I do lead a particularly lonely existence, nobody said I don’t lead the most remarkable and interesting sideline of a life. Sometimes those little nuances do make the world go round. Maybe that’s all the more better since I wouldn’t mind a punctuation from the moments I’m living in now. Call me crazy, but that’s almost always a good thing no matter what the ending is like.