“You have been harboring these feelings all this time. And why?”
“Uhuh. Uhuh. So plastic of me, yeah?”
“Isn’t this some kind of situation where all the while I have been looking for the One, he just happens to be right under my nose?”
“Stop it, you are such a girl.”
“Well, here I am, rambling about my failed relationships and he just happens to be that great best guy friend who pats my back and says, It will all turn out better.”
“Among the strings of women he has been with, too – you have always been there to listen.”
“And they never get to stay. I did.”
“……….”
“I cried infrannahim because of a breakup! That was embarrassing!”
“He’s the least likely person to cringe whenever that happens.”
“I don’t even get that part why it feels better to confide to men than to women.”
“Because men don’t give you B.S. They don’t give you You are better than her shit like what women are known to say.”
“He could have been perfect.”
“Since when were you enlightened about this?”
“Since I started noticing how good he looks in that ratty old t-shirt!”
“Could have been. Could have been.”
“Stop me!”
“You need to shake yourself out of this highschoolish crush you have on him. It going to weird him out”
I’m five years old.
