More Than Friends…

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.



About KayCee

The About Me section is always the hardest part for me to do. I never seem to know how to fill it in but I will try. Here goes; I am a fun loving person who also happens to be somewhat anti-social. This is not deliberate, I just lack social skills. Anyway, I love to write about pretty much anything but I have dedicated this page to talking about my life with hyperhidrosis and how it affects the most mundane tasks. I love laughing. It can be annoying because people think I don't take them seriously when I laugh but I do. Laughter works as defense mechanism when I feel cornered or just cannot give an answer right away. Or when I really feel the need to laugh :) I am usually quiet til I know you. A bit of a cynic but I always try to see the good in people. I still believe in humanity at the same time wondering if we will make it. I am a walking contradiction apparently. And that is it about me. Happy reading! :)
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18 Responses to More Than Friends…

  1. vhuvu says:

    Hmmm. These friendships are ones I literally break away from.

  2. Tendu says:

    in the famous words of Ralph Sivintu # i leave it here

  3. aigoo says:

    Best April fool’s joke yet!! 😯😯😯

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