Hmmm, i' ve been thinking...
When i was 14 (almost 10 years ago now) i met girl who was a friend of a friend. Strangely enough i actually mistook her for a guy as i initially saw her from behind and she had short spikey black hair.
Anyway, she was sat in the bus station with my friend, i went to say hello and we all ended up going out into town that night. I didn' t see her again for months, but after getting into an argument with my then girlfriends father i decided to take a long walk and collect my thoughts.
It was raining heavily. One of those really grey days where it isn' t cold and there' s no wind, but it rains really hard for hours on end. I walked a couple of miles and sat by the side of the road soaking wet through. Not long after i sat down i heard a voice i recognized but couldn' t quite place, so i turned around to see the friend of a friend who' d i' d mistaken for a guy.
She was on her way home from her boyfriends house and i decided to walk with her for a while. We ended up stopping in a pub on the way, got really drunk, went back to her parents house and because they were out ended up ***ing on the living room floor.
We didn' t talk about it, we didn' t tell anbody, we just got on with our lives as if nothing had ever happened. The only thing that did change is that she started hanging around with my friends and i more and more.
We went to seperate colleges, both in the same town and less than a 10 minute walk from one another. We had stayed in our respective pre-existing relationships and on the surface both seemed happy to one another. We never spent more than a couple of days apart, went abroad together, did everything together, as best friends do. We were nigh inseparable.
One day, afer four years of friendship, she turned up at my house and i knew, even before answering the door that something was wrong. Her parents had split up when she was very young and her mother had re-married, and it turned out that after trying to defuse and argument between her older sister and her stepfather he' d hit her several times and told her to leave. I left her with my mother and went around and broke his jaw.
She moved in with us for a while and our relationships suffered, but neither of us minded because within months we' d be going to two different universities. She went to a local university and moved in with her sister, while i went away. For the first year i saw her every weekend but then after suffering a nasty head injury i had to drop out due to missing so much of the 2nd year.
Instead of restarting i decided to go and work abroad. I ended up in France, staying there for just over a year before going to work in Spain for a few months. For the first 6 months i didn' t have much contact with her, just the occasional 3 hour phonecall. Then, on my 20th birthday she turned up unexpectedly, to tell me that she loved me.
I' d already met my current girlfriend at that point and after telling her that even though i felt the same way i didn' t think it was worth risking our friendship over... she went home. I stayed in France.
Upon returning to the UK i decided to go back to university and my girlfriend followed. We went to the same place but didn' t live together figuring we would both appreciate the space. But after a while i started to wonder whether i' d made the right choice. Sure i was happy, but i couldn' t help thinking " what if?" so i called her and she invited me to stay at her place for the weekend.
The same thing happened... we got drunk and ended up having sex... though it wasn' t on her parents living room floor and we did talk about it afterwards. These things never go smoothly... she had a boyfriend, she loved him, she wouldn' t leave him. He was a nice enough guy and he made her happy but i saw him as an enemy. He didn' t know what had happened, she never told him, but i wanted to.
Until about 7 or 8 months ago i had a minor obsession over her. I wouldn' t call it love and i put it down to wanting what i couldn' t have but my relationship with my girlfriend got pretty rocky for a while and she went to stay with her mother for a few months. I drink heavily anyway but it got worse and i said a lot of stuff whilst intoxicated that i wish i hadn' t. I managed to work everything out in my head, cut back on my drinking, got my shit together and moved back to my hometown with my girlfriend Lucy.
Last week my grandfather died, it' s his funeral tomorrow. I got a phonecall Thursday from Katie, the friend, asking me if i was ok and did i want to see her. I told her it was nice to hear from her but didn' t think it was appropriate given the circumstances etc... but she' s been calling non-stop since. The thing is, even after being so close to her for years, then falling for her and obsessing over her when i couldn' t have her... i really don' t want to see her. I just feel nothing now when i think about her. I don' t care anymore and i don' t know why.
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