One of the many things that truly suck is what people call unrequited love. It can be such a bitch. And it can hurt one real bad. It happens to everyone. Men, women, boys, girls. Everyone. And it inflicts us all so much pain. Some people are lucky enough not to feel it. You know, it doesn’t always have to be the romantic type of unreturned love. It can be platonic, motherly love or anything. It doesn’t really matter. All that matters is the fact that the love you give is not returned. It does hurt. You’re not asking them for something in return, but you are hoping that they will love you back… even just a little. Then you realize that you are slowly turning into a loser… a loser who stands alone outside in the pouring rain… waiting for that day… the day they give you as much as a passing glance. And little by little, you die inside… because oftentimes… they don’t.
Archive for April, 2008
Ch. 7: Friends Taken for Granted
Back in the days, I have a friend. He is the subject of taunting and bullying. He cries a lot, despite the fact that he is a high school freshman already. He became my friend. He is alright as a person, a bit sensitive but he’s alright. Because of his flamboyant manner and sensitive attitude, he is called ‘gay.’ Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with being gay. It’s just that when one is not gay, he shouldn’t be called that. But he is… and he cries because of it. And I am his friend. But I’m a lousy friend. I make fun of him too. I call him gay too. Although I am aware that it is wrong, I still do it anyway. Perhaps I was immature back then. I don’t really know. All I know is I’m a lousy friend. I have another guy friend who teases him. They’re friends too but he still gets bullied by that guy. And we joined forces to annoy him… even made a game that involves teasing him until he cries. Yes, I am a lousy friend. I don’t deserve to be called his friend. And then there’s my other friend. She is also a subject of bullying. My bullied guy friend bullies her… but they’re friends… they tease each other. They tease me too. But they’re teasing is nothing compared to what I’m giving them. And I feel bad because these two are really good friends to me. They never let me down… they never allow me to get hurt but I am one of those people who cause them pain. Some friend I turned out to be. They moved to another school after our sophomore year. We still keep in touch but we can’t see each other. Then I missed them… and I still do.
