|Someday poetic irony will kill me.
||[Sep. 20th, 2009|04:53 pm]
When you wanna say something.
When I was younger, my best friend (let's call her Leah) and I (Elizabeth) used to talk about our crushes.
"Hey, Leah, I really like Thomas..."
"Yeah... well, Elizabeth, I really like John."
Flash forward to sixth grade, when Leah and Thomas (my crush) "went out." It was only for three days but whatever.
Then to tenth grade, when John (her crush) and I started seriously dating.
After that we joked about how we switched boyfriends.
Somewhere in between those years, Leah and I were up at three in the morning, talking about random things, and she says to me, "I wouldn't mind being gay for you, Elizabeth." And she holds my hand, and I shyly say back, "I feel the same way about you."
So. I start thinking about what would happen if we went out. And after a while, I start to realize- maybe I'm bisexual. Maybe I'm in love with Leah.
But by the time I realize this, Leah's going out with my other best female friend. This is about when I started going out with John.
Eventually John and I break up, and Leah and her girlfriend break up. And I think to myself, wow, maybe now I have a chance to finally be with Leah! Because by this time, I'm pretty much stupid in love with her. But I don't want to make a move, because it's too soon for both of us, and for John.
A few days later, her facebook status says, "Leah is in a relationship with John."