Once upon a time there was a woman who found a great friend by chance, by luck, or even by a miracle, and she enjoyed that friend enormously. Unfortunately, an unassuaged libido, lack of communication, and shared insecurities changed everything. The story begins as this friend gradually transforms into something else…
Jaws-ica
February 11, 2009 By
If I could talk like Ani, I’d say “f— you and your untouchable face”, but still know I don’t mean it and still hate being unable to stop looking at you in that way. You know the way, with my head to the side, a slight smile with my lips parted slightly making it seem that at any moment a content sigh might escape. It’s the sigh that comes out when you totally let go but feel so safe, or when you take a quick survey of the situation making a noise that says “I’m satisfied”, maybe you could even call it a purr. That’s the sound I would make when seeing you if things weren’t as they are now. It took me a long time and numerous mistakes to figure that out even though I may deny it from time to time.
Instead of being ridiculously frigid and short or partaking in the mutual silent treatment, there would be my smile and my sigh to welcome you. I’m starting to maybe see the opportunity for a smile and the possibility is exciting, like a little shark getting worked up over some blood in the water.
Maybe it’s nothing and I’m being ridiculous, but then again if having a girlfriend was the end of our friendship, not having one might make it okay for me to be around again. I never understood your rationale when you decided we couldn’t be friends due to your relationship, but I respected it anyway. I’m not asking for much, just resolution or a very definitive end to any possibility of things re-happening. It’s not my style to pine away for anyone, but I still miss you. So, at the first inkling of an end to your relationship the “Jaws” theme starts playing and I’m circling the waters.
