It Takes Love

I was out in the Metro yesterday, trying to make it as a Barista. The initial process went well but I'd have to go through two more interviews until I can finally say that I made it.

I was a bit late for that endeavor but I did make it. And it finished quite early. My dad wanted us to have dinner and I had a lot, a whole lot of time to spare. So I texted friends to ask if they were available.

I was able to get a lunch appointment with one of my friends working in a Northern business district. At first, I thought there could be something in between us, but I'm still well aware of my incapability of course. I actually tried to make advances on being slightly physical but he rejected because his body was heavy due to lack of sleep. We had lunch and it became clearer that we're good friends. Our first encounter was a bit more than friendly but at least now I know that this is the limit. And I don't mind. This time it's clear that I won't be able to hurt him.

The afternoon became awkward, just a bit, when I met up with the guy that I suddenly became cold with. We both wanted to talk as I invited him and he went out of his way just to see me. We were civil at first but the tension was present. The both of us grabbed something to eat first and we walked around the mall, talking about random stuff, knowing that we'd have to get serious in a bit. And so we sat down in one of the benches and articulated what had to be discussed.

I've hurt him by growing cold and still he's there beside me. It was also clearer to the both of us that we can't be more than what we might expect. It was awkward, definitely. But some things need to be discussed for people to move on.

We didn't end anything and decided to keep the friendship that we already have. I know it took him love to do so in his raptured state.

It ended was as he was even able to joke that maybe we're not meant for anything more in this lifetime.