...Unrequited Love...

"They say bad things happen for a reason,

but no wise words gonna stop the bleeding.

Cause he's moved on while I'm still grieving,

and when a heart breaks no it don't break even."

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So I love this boy.

and when I say love, I mean it.

Head over heels, would do anything for him.

Some call him my best friend.

Him included.

He sees nothing romantic between us

 and I don't think he ever will.

We met almost 1 and 1/2 years ago. 

We didn't hit it off right from the start though.

I hung around with his roommate and that is how I met him.

Eventually he and I started hanging out just the two of us.

We spent A LOT of time together.

I told him everything and he told me tons as well.

I trust his word more than almost anyone else.

Through all this time we spent together I fell in love. 

And no matter how much I want the feelings to be returned

....I know it will never happen

We just don't fit that way.

We have talked about it and I know he isn't "the one"

So why can't I move on?

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He has become this driving force in my life.

I will do anything and drop anyone to spend time with him.

It isn't right.

Yes he is my friend, best friend, but I can't give him

my complete and devoted attention.

He doesn't deserve it.

I should only give my entire heart away to someone who wants it.

So...

I decided to cut him out.

Leave.

I deleted his number from my phone

I stopped making excuses for me to go over to his apartment.

I stopped talking to him.

He needed to miss me so that he would realize what I meant to him.

At least that was the plan.

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I barely hear from him.

Shocker.

He isn't exactly the type to work for relationships.

I am doing pretty good with it all.

I have days every now and then when I want to give in.

It is easier that way.. to have him in my life than out. 

But I can't. 

He has had more of my life and my time 

than I should have given him.

Love isn't fair.

It hurts.

Bad.

And I am left with a broken heart

 and one less friend.

Giving up doesn't always

 mean you are weak; 

sometimes it means that you 

are strong enough to let go. 

 ~Author Unknown