Just Friends
A letter to my first never-love
I offered you my heart once,
And you handed it back to be with
an apologetic smile and muttered
Excuses.
Now I need to know-
Were you trying to protect me from
heartbreak?
Were you trying to spare me from your disinterest?
Or were you simply trying to get a nuisance off your back?
My feelings wasted both of our time, but
can you fault me for having wishes?
Your attention and words - your friendship-
Kept hope fluttering within me,
I drove home in tears because
I never knew if
I had a chance.
You said "just friends",
And left it at that.
You knew I kept hoping.
You should have told me
"No.
Thank you.
I'm flattered, but
Not now.
Not ever."
I said just "friends",
Because it seemed to make you happy.
I didn’t want to lose the hope of you.
Now friends is all we can ever be.
My heart was yours if you had wanted it
But looking back,
I can tell now I wasn't offering it to you;
Just a reflection of you,
A funhouse mirror that I warped
To fit my fantasies -
A dream that I dreamed would love me.
About the Creator
M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // drink goblin // desert rat
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