Best Friend Zoned
I don’t often take interest in guys, or at least rarely past the superficial aesthetics or casual conversations. So, when I do it’s an odd feeling.
Sadly, the rare times I favour my heart over my mind, I am faced with a dreadful reality. I for one reason or another, make a great friend, even a best friend. As much as I am honoured by such status, a part of me is selfishly saddened.
I hate to rant like teenage girl with layers upon layers of insecurities, but I truly question my potential as a partner. I wonder if there will ever come a time when I can serve as more than a friend. I long for the day to be desired as more than a pillar of support.
Ultimately, its a matter of reciprocation. After all, it is the foundation to a healthy relationship, along with communication of course. Maybe one day, I can be a best friend to someone who wants to be mine in return. For now, I’ll take comfort in knowing that I can be of value to others.
Hey, I only need to find prince charming once in my life time, right?
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