Tramp
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I was standing in line at the bus station today, waiting to get home after traveling for the entire three-day weekend when she walked up to me. She was going home too (we live in the same city) and we were both delighted to have each other to travel with; if only she'd been half as happy as I was...
I've liked her for quite a while now. Never bothered asking her, because I was certain it was never meant to be. I just am not her type - something I came to derive from her likes and dislikes, which I know thanks to being her friend. She has a boy friend these days and I try to avoid having to see them together.
So we got on the bus and we talked. She opened up to me and went on and on about various issues that she has been dealing with - things she doesn't even tell this boy friend of hers. I listened and made her laugh when she was getting very depressed. The best hour and a half I had had in a while and I was not the least bit happy that it was coming to an end so fast.
When it did, we walked for ten minutes - a great one, at least for me, because I got to see her laughing and relieved after having poured a lot of stuff out. We walked, to where her boy friend was supposed to pick her up. And I had to endure the pain of watching them kiss and hug when he finally did arrive.
I'm the one that she opens up to, I'm the one who listens, I'm the one who makes her happy and convinces her that all her problems are going to go away and that she is not to be blamed for everything, and some other guy gets to come in around ten minutes late and take her home.
Looks like this is what I've become - something that people will use when they need and then forget about when they are done with. Sure, I'll live with that.
I've liked her for quite a while now. Never bothered asking her, because I was certain it was never meant to be. I just am not her type - something I came to derive from her likes and dislikes, which I know thanks to being her friend. She has a boy friend these days and I try to avoid having to see them together.
So we got on the bus and we talked. She opened up to me and went on and on about various issues that she has been dealing with - things she doesn't even tell this boy friend of hers. I listened and made her laugh when she was getting very depressed. The best hour and a half I had had in a while and I was not the least bit happy that it was coming to an end so fast.
When it did, we walked for ten minutes - a great one, at least for me, because I got to see her laughing and relieved after having poured a lot of stuff out. We walked, to where her boy friend was supposed to pick her up. And I had to endure the pain of watching them kiss and hug when he finally did arrive.
I'm the one that she opens up to, I'm the one who listens, I'm the one who makes her happy and convinces her that all her problems are going to go away and that she is not to be blamed for everything, and some other guy gets to come in around ten minutes late and take her home.
Looks like this is what I've become - something that people will use when they need and then forget about when they are done with. Sure, I'll live with that.