guys in my life (part I)

 

 
 
my chat with Kapabo (one of the author who writes about Skytempo -CL/TOP pairing) inspired me to write this. I wonder how many of the authors out there wrote their own story into a fanfic. It's always fun reading one's story, isn't it; like reading their secret diary. Although not all people have the ability to put them into words nicely, and some love story is just overused.
 
Anyway, here I am to talk about my love life.
 
What? Yes, no, I'm not kidding.
 
Well, who knows? Maybe my story(ies) will inspire you *shrughs* either way, I just feel like talking about it. I'm proud about them all, anyway.
 
Let's see how long it will be, if it's too long then I'll make separate posts for each guys, lol.
 
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one notable guy is my best friend, I've talked about him with Kapabo. He's one who my parents trust so much (I don't really understand why), maybe because he's rich, or goodlooking, or both. My parents will ask me if I were not home at 11, yes, I'm that kind of spoiled baby girl. But if when they call I tell them that I'm with him, they won't question anything any longer. They won't even ask me if I'm home 3 in the morning because they know I'm with him.
 
He's the only guy friend my daddy ever talk about.
 
Maybe they secretly wish for him to be their son-in-law, seeing at how many potentials he has, he's a nice catch, I tell you. A really good catch. And of course, me, like my parents, wanted him to be a part of my family.
 
He was a playboy, didn't matter to me. Somehow him being a playboy gives me hope that someday he will look up for me once upon a time when he's looking between his girls. He never really did, though.
 
He's like a brother to me, which made me fall deeper for him--because I don't have elder brother, he filled the part perfectly. When my friend invited me to a night club for the first time, I asked for his permission; he didn't let me--and so I didn't. (the first time I finally enter a night club I didn't tell him, hahahaha... I only told him few days after) Anyway, our relationship was going steady (as friends) we hang out every so often, I knew all his girlfriends (being introduced to them, yes) and befriend them all. Women are surely weird creature, I'm one of them.
 
Anyway, I think it was our 5th year together when I finally confessed to him. Yes, I did. All my friends suggested me to do so, I mean, I've been in love with him for about 3 years during our 5 years friendship, it's getting nowhere. I risked my friendship, I thought. But I hoped it would worth it.
 
It indeed was.
 
The feeling when I told him that I like him was... unexplainable, but it was a good kind of feeling. We were laying down on the floor, staring to the ceiling and talked, and talked and... talked, for hours. I asked him if it would be fine telling someone that I like him, he said yes, "if you never try you'll never know" and so I did.
 
There was some seconds of awkwardness before he answered that he already had a girlfriend (which I knew about, of course) and I told him that I just wanted to let him know, and he was all okay about it. We're cool.
 
"Ah, finally you said it," he said later, and I was like...  "dam you, you knew all along?" hahahaha...
 
Of course he knew, it doesn't make sense how someone can not feel someone's feeling towards them, you will always feel it, know it. "You did great job," he said too, saying that I was brave and in the end he asked me, "so you're not curious anymore now, right?"
 
Somehow, the feeling, fondness/admiration/love I had for him was jeopardized with curiosity. I wanted to know what would happen if I tell him, when I finally did, it felt like the weight on my shoulder was lifted off.
 
"Don't think that because you said this to me, our friendship ended," he said to me, and I agreed.
 
We're still friends up till now. Teasing, hugging, torturing, listening to stories of each other. We're doing great, and I wouldn't ask for more.
 
I met another guy a few months after the confession, and fell in love all over again. When I realized I fell in love with another guy, he was the first one I texted; I found a new love! :D
 
Well, the next guy is a story for another post.

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karumen
#1
Hmm, I'm just curious, but, how do you tell the difference between being in love, or you know, just plain infatuation/simple crush.
darlingyouremine
#2
awww, actually i have the SAME experience. Almost exactly the same. :) So i understand how you feel. hihihi. Can't wait for the next one.