And since my friend didn't really listen, which I can understand as he had his own problems, here we go:
It's the same rutine as with everybody it seems. Of course I love(d?) this girl who doesn't love me back. Which has been the situation for quite some time now, and as I tend to fall in love generally once a year (usually doomed from the start; with one of my friends), it's starting to "wear off", all the trying without results that is. So, I decided for myself some weeks ago, well, there's this other girl I know, and have known since I was 4 years old, who I know has been in love with me. So I started seriously responding to her flirting, which she seemed to appreciate, I started (and believe me, you probably know, this is no easy feat) to push the girl I really love(d?) farther and farther away from my thoughts. Fucking hard for one who always fall in love, never out of it. So...(and I know I'm the idiot of this piece, and I don't expect pity) tonight we went to this little get-toghether at her house, and as we sit there talking, drinking, without really anything to do (there were about seven people there in total), someone casually mentions her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. And of course, since you never know what you've got until it's gone, everything dawned on me at that second. Every damn thought, every maybe, and every (until then) second option, everything; every asshole thought of "well if it doesn't work out with 'number one' then at least I've got something to fall back on". Christ, this girl is more than I'll ever deserve, after just thinking this way. She now had a boyfriend. Not me, some other boy. Friend. After being spoonfed a sample of practially everything in her father's liqourcabinet, the highlight of the night came whilst throwing it all up, while she and her newly arrived boyfriend embraced each other in bed. This was two hours ago, and now I can't even remember what I was going to ask you. I guess all I really want is a reaction. Pretty please.