He listens when I speak, and hugs me when I cry
He rejoices with me when I am happy and consoles me when I am sad
When I need him, he is there, ready and waiting
All I need to do is call and he answers.
When I am proud of myself he comes to mind, he is the number one person to share my accomplishments with
When in doubt, I know he will calm me down and guide me, pointing me in the right path
He makes time for me and treats me like I am the only girl in the world
He is my rock, the one I can confide in knowing my secret is safe with him
I am the luckiest woman in the world.
See, he knows me like no other. He respects me as a person
Unlike other guys who want me for my looks and body, he wants me for my mind, my warmth, me as a human being
He tells me I am beautiful in a way that makes me believe him without a doubt
He asks not for my body but for my mind and we engage in intellectual banter
I am overjoyed; ecstatic doesn’t begin to express what I feel.
I am pretty sure this must be love. This is what all those fairytales alluded to but I never understood until now
This feeling makes me giddy, and nothing can take it away
Or so I think.
And then reality hits. And I learn that something can take this giddy feeling away
And my heart can break into a thousand tiny pieces.
He says we are just friends. Those two words are powerful enough to break this euphoric feeling I have been riding
No way are we just friends I tell myself. He must have felt everything I felt. Good friends don’t invoke such intense beautiful feelings. No. I refuse to believe this.
This is a relationship of boyfriend and girlfriend. We just didn’t define the relationship, that’s all.
He is mine and I am his. He is just a little slow to come to this conclusion. Yes, that’s what it is. Just friends we are not I say to myself.