posted on May, 8 2018 @ 10:26 PM
I remember her name. I remember her face. Beautiful and innocent in the way only youth can provide. A genuine humor and flirtatious charm that
lured and kept man a young mans hearts although always dodging and evading their advances. To my and many of my peers surprise, she chose me.
It was a long and hot summer which should not indicate any more than the weather. From coast to coast to coast...of Michigan, we road-tripped.
Finding camps and hikes throughout. Long campfire talks of dreams and direction. What makes up 'us' and what makes us human. Deep long discussion
that was always fresh and advancing. A deep human relation that one only shares with few. Through this bond however lacked the typical due of a
budding relationship. The romance, the hot sexy desire, absent.
It was reciprocal. Not among the topics we explored nor the desire of being alone with this woman so far into desolation. Not that I would have
denied nor did the thought traverse my mind! It simply was not the pinnacle of our time together.
This is how I learned, how I was taught what a friend could be and how they could exist within the opposite sex. How love need not be within the
loins but and overall feeling and yearn to be with someone on a level that supersedes all lust. I keep those memories and the lessons.
That was, to me, tough love.
(No! I was not friend-zoned!)
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