Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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The Love Story

Ironically, the girl found her love during the chemistry lab. To be more exact, it was her love who found her. The boy and the girl were both shy enough not to tell each other their real feelings, and so quickly became best friends.

If their shyness did not force their need for confessing their love for each other, it was that when one was single the other one was dating. And the longer they were unable to tell each other about it, their love grew and grew, stronger and deeper.

Then, due to special unforeseen circumstances, the girl moved away while the boy stayed behind.
The boy and the girl still loved each other, still kept in touch almost every day, and still stayed best friends. They still planned for the future; future, which unfortunately did not involve either of them as more than just best friends. And while they were so far apart, they were falling more and more in love.

After the girl moved away, she had many boyfriends, was even once engaged; but none compared to her best friend, that she secretly loved. The boy was not so lucky, he had only one girlfriend, but he missed his best friend, that he secretly loved.

Now, the girl is with her Prince Charming, and the boy is alone. But the girl is sick and finally decided to tell the boy how she felt. How she felt back then, as she was not only not quite ready to reveal her current feelings but also not quite sure of them. She then admitted that she sent her stalker (at that time she was not aware that was a psycho in the making) to the boy to tell him that she loved him a lot and he should be with her instead of his then girlfriend. Coincidentally, he has done the same using the same messenger (he would have readily dumped his gf if he was sure of the girl's love). However, unknown to both of them, the girl's stalker kept the messages to herself; and thus, neither the girl nor the boy ever got the chance to be with each other, to love each other while with each other.

Now, both the boy and the girl, live knowing that they lost their chance of being together. It doesn't help thinking that maybe they would be incompatible as boyfriend and girlfriend; they lost their chance to even try being incompatible. They lost their chance to be their one and the only, even if it was for a short time.

The chance has died, but their love hasn't. Things have changed, but these just made their love stronger and more painful.

THE END.

The lost chance is the thing that I and my best friend can't really get past.

2:11 a.m. - July 20, 2008

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