A little over two years ago, I fell in love.
(At least I think that's what love feels like. I was seeing in color.)
A year and a half ago, I decided to let him go.
("We're better off as friends," I told myself.)
A year ago, I found a window of hope: he said hello (again).
(What a pleasant thing to experience: to see in color--again.)
Six months ago, I was in darkness: she said hello.
(He was seeing in color while I kept my eyes shut.
I didn't want to see.)
And now I'm (still) in the gray.
But through all this, my dear, you've been there for me.
Tom had 500 Days of Summer; I've had 822 days of spring.
(Yes, it's because I've been sprung for that long.)
Oh, friend (zone)... my very, very, best friend.
I know you'll be with me until the very end.
Thank you(?), my dear, for all of the above.
Written with love (and a bit of hatred),
A companion (and victim)
1 comment:
I really like how you formatted the text to the right, ha.
And I liked the sarcasm in the parenthetical comments.
This reminds me of that Scrubs episode where JD enters the "Friend Zone" room when he isn't able to kiss Eliot. When he's in the room, he meets up with a bunch of other people who were also in Eliot's "Friend Zone". Sigh :P
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