I keep meaning to write one of the blog posts, but the words never seem to come out right. They just get jumbled and messy and hard to follow. This girl, the girl I thought I loved for years who just decided to leave, she can write a blogpost. She can write a blogpost pages long, just perfectly worded and elegantly put. That girl meant the world to me for a long, long time. She was the my unrequited love interest, my best friend, my confidant. Now, I’m nothing to her. That stings.
It was always been uneven, our friendship. Always me, trying harder, me, trying to be closer, me, trying to get her to think of me as someone she could fall in love with. She never really seemed to try. Maybe she just took our friendship for granted when she cared about me. I know she cared about me once. That girl with the brown hair, the brown eyes. That girl I really loved. Now it’ll always be one sided.
Perhaps, now, I can see if I was wrong about her. She snapped at me all the time towards the end, seething when she was around me. I still thought of her as a fantastic person, because I can honestly still say she is. I wanted her to be the Annie to my Abed, the Britta to my Jeff, but alas, she never really liked Community.
