Oh dear me

I find myself in a wonderfully terrible place. I am in love with a girl whose friendship I value so dearly, I can’t tell her the truth. I had a game plan, to tell her my true feelings and they all fell through as we just chatted and enjoyed ourselves over a cup of tea and some cookies. 90 minutes flew by and then I found myself just as in love with her as before and just as unable to do anything about it. I guess that’s the curse that goes along with having a lot of attractive friends who are girls. Every once in a while you fall hard for one of them. Really hard. And you get whisped away on a cloud of love and discover things you never dreamed possible about this wonderful other peson. Or you bleed a lot and eventually you hit rock bottom of this fall and all the bones in your body smash to pieces and puncture your vital organs. And you die a slooooooooow, miserable death, all the while wondering why you don’t have a good friend to talk these issues through with. Then you realize that you ruined that. And that she will probably be dating a freshman. A little freshman punk. Tenor. This is strictly metaphorical of course, you’re with my, right? Of course you’re with me.