Often times I’m told my heart is filled with so much good that I must be the best person to be around. I’m not sure if I’m the best to be around but I will always do my best to be the best for the ones I love. I sometimes tear myself apart so that I can give so much of myself to them that it breaks me mentally and physically. I may falter but I’m only human.
Often times I’m told that my heart is filled with so much good that people tend to think I have feelings for them romantically. I lean towards friendship 98% of the time and the lucky few get that 2%. I lose friends of all genders in the process. From jealous girlfriends to a boyfriend’s wandering eye. From my own gal friends’ jealousy that “so many like you yet you’re too picky” to finding out that I never felt that way about them from the start.
My walls are getting higher with each goodbye. I’m starting to believe that friendships are only temporary. In my mind, the only way I can keep a friend is if I keep my distance. But why even try, if you’re only going to become a distant memory?
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