So you move to a new town, you don’t know anyone. You meet someone who is physically attractive. That’s what catches your eye immediately, but you become friends so fast and so easily its scary. It just clicks.
Friendship grows deeper, you start thinking it might be more. After all, it was her physical attractiveness that first drew you in. But you are the only one thinking that way. You are friends, that’s all.
Now you have one good friend, the person you take your troubles to, but your troubles are her. You want more from her, she can’t give it to you, and you can’t talk to her about it without making her feel guilty. You have no one else to talk to about it.
Yes, there are other people in other cities, but its not the same. You need face to face, personal contact. And the person who gave that to you is the one that is tearing you apart. She feels terrible, you feel worse.
You try not to make her feel bad about her decision, but you can’t talk to her about it without making her feel guilty. She wants to talk about it, she wants to help. After all she’s your friend. But every time you try it only makes things worse.
You want to let it go, you really do, but you just can’t. She’s always there, always trying to help, and all it does is make things worse. You want to lash out, make her hurt like you do. But you can’t, its not her fault, she doesn’t deserve that. And you couldn’t hurt her, she’s a friend.
So you spend you free time thinking, brooding really, like some lovelorn teenager. A pathetic character from a poorly written teen angst flick. You try to distract yourself, go on dates, strike up conversations. You fail repeatedly.
Things spiral downward…