radiant with terror
( 06.16.05 + 9:41 pm )
i miss kissing

My friend John accused me, rudely, though e-mail that I am in love with my friend Rory. John and Rory are best friends. John was once in love with me.

Details aside, this idea enraged me. I tore it apart, forgot about it, remembered it and contradicted it in every way possible.

I even told Rory about the e-mail and the absurdity of the idea.

I said, "First of all, I have so much respect for your GIRLFRIEND Liz. Also, I consider your relationship a model of ideal compatibility between two people. Furthermore, we are so romantically incompatible."

He said, "I agree."

I looked at him. And then he corrected himself, "I mean, I agree that what John said was bizarre, not that..."

and we left it there.

We had a great night together after that.

Then I dreamed of kissing him last night, playfully at first until I held it longer than he was comfortable with and he politely walked away.

Now I am convinced that John must have been right. I've been in love with Rory since I met him in a way that I never thought would leave its one way adoration status.

Stupid e-mail. Stupid being in Germany where I have no choice but to still spend time with him. Stupid heart looking for every distraction possible. Why was I the last one to figure this out?

I mean, never mind, what would give John a crazy idea like that.

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