Saturday, May 9, 2015
Saturday night thoughts
There's this guy I thought was my friend. I grew very fond of him. He's clever, gifted, handsome, and bi, so he gets it. But it turned out that while I was fond of him, he wasn't that fond of me. Not that he disliked me, more that he's narcissistic. Everything that happens is always about him. He doesn't want friends, he wants acolytes.
In the end one stops bothering, you know. Someone you cared for drifts away, and you try, again and again to draw him back and one day you just stop. Qu'il s'en aille! Why wear your heart out caring? Move on.
Yet I still miss what I thought I had.