My eyelids are so heavy as I’m typing this, but I feel that today deserves to be archived. So I slept only about four hours last night, probably due to the excitement of seeing X in class and our dinner “date” after.
So mission rescue-him-from-psycho-bitch went fairly well, I made sure that I was by his side the entire time, never leaving him alone with her. In a few weeks, she’d probably suspect or find out why I’m always hanging around him (no one in class knows that we’re friends), but till that day comes, I will do my part for him.
We went for a simple dinner, explored a revamped hotel (NOT the bedrooms lol), and went for some tea and dessert. So other than the three hours we spent in class, our “date” lasted about six hours, including me dropping him off back at home. And then, we spent another three hours texting each other.
That’s how we are. We can still chat non-stop even after eight years, but yet he sees me nothing more than a good friend.
Today, we talked about our friends. He’s only met a couple of mine, and vice versa. And I told him that if he was ever willing to meet more of them, I’d proudly do so because I want to let more people know about this talented, kind, generous person. And he said many people do not think highly of artists in general, often looking down or belittling them, so why would I be eager to show him off? Well, regardless of what people think, I would still be very proud of him. And those people who dare sneer at him, will face my wrath.
What was surprising to hear though, was him saying he only has two friends, myself and his god sister. He went on to tell me that he only texts/chats with his godmother (who has moved back to Paris), her daughter (said god sister) and me. I know he’s exaggerating because sometimes he’s sooo busy on his phone. But he says we are the only people whom he will share his personal life with. My heart must have somersaulted with joy. Reading between the lines (because you know we women love doing that), I feel a bit better knowing that there’s no other women in his life that he’s sharing things with. Of course I have zero right to be jealous, but it kinda alleviates my fears of the presence of another woman.
I also told him a little about my dating history, about these couple of guys who kept on trying despite me saying no. As I was regaling him with these stories, it suddenly hit me. IT’S KARMA! Whatever I did/said to reject those guys, is similar to what he’s doing to me! I was honestly quite mortified. But we did have a good laugh over it.
Yes, our relationship is weird like that. He knows I’m very into him, and he has made his stand clear, and I know it as well. Sometimes we even delve quite deep into it. Just the other day, I told him that I will never hop onto another person’s car (metaphorically) because the only ride I want is his. He told me gently that his car will never accept passengers, and that I should not miss the cars that want to let me hitch a ride. Being stubborn is another wonderful trait of mine as you can see.
This man is my best friend. He’s my soul mate. I love him to pieces even though it’s not reciprocal. And I think, he’s the best I’ll ever have. Have-ish.