it doesn’t matter.
it doesn’t matter how much i care about you, it doesn’t matter how much i’d do for you, it doesn’t matter that i think i love you because i am not her.
h-e-r, i am not her. her, who’s always on your mind—her, who’s hand is always threaded with yours—her, who you love.
i am h-i-m—him, who you pay no attention to—him, who is never on your mind—him, who will never, ever be yours.
h-i-s and h-e-r-s, not h-i-m and h-i-s.
5 comments
Queer eye for the straight guy, I guess.
Sorry, that was mean. It was actually rather a nice, mournful post.
it’s ok, it made me laugh. my care for this person was fueled by my obsession with needing acceptence (at the time). i’m in a stable relationship now—with someone else who truly cares about me, someone who isn’t on a pedestal or the subject of my idealizations. it’s been a year since you posted this but i hope you’re well.
The person I most loved in my life was a straight guy. I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t control what I felt, I couldn’t choose not to love him — but well, I loved him so much that I probably would choose to keep loving him despite the pain.
All I could do was be there for him, was to be the best friend he could ever get — I’d do anything and everything for him.
I was there to listen when he had a problem, when he was sad and wondering if the girl he liked would go out with him, to cheer him up, to help him to get closer to her — helping the person you love to have somebody else, that’s crazy, huh? But that’s the sort of thing I would do and then later cry alone wishing I was in that girl’s place.
I wanted him to be happy, and I wanted to be someone he could trust, someone he could rely on, because having his attention made me happy. I knew he could not be mine, so all I would ever get from him was friendship — in fact, this was so clear to me that I’d be more jealous of his other friends than his girlfriend, who was also a friend of mine.
I’m glad I did it. I’m glad he indeed considered me his best friend. I think I would feel much worse if I had not been someone important to him.
One day I told him I liked guys, he was the first person I ever told this. He didn’t believe me at first because there was nothing typically gay about me, he thought I was joking, but nothing changed between us when he realized I was not.
Then, some years later, I finally told him that I had loved him for all those years. His reaction was the best possible reaction one could expect from a friend. He immediately understood me. I didn’t say anything, but he knew I didn’t expect anything other than we already had. He smiled and said he truly appreciated my love. I will never forget that.
this made me cry. thank you so much for sharing that with me