Monday, July 09, 2007

As Clean as Paper...Before the Poem

Oh no, it happened again...She's cool, she's hot, she's my friend.

Way back when I started this blog, I wrote me a post telling all of you what I wanted in life. It, to me, seemed simple. I wanted the house, and the wife and I do not believe too much else. I think, because this dream, this wish, this desire is so simple; my mind is set to find it easily. And now I have come to realize that I fall in love to easily.

Take for example, Friday. I recieved a call from a high school friend, a crush, one of my easy loves. We were very good friends, our personalities just fit. I had one of the biggest crushes on her, and I do believe that if she had asked, I would have dumped my girlfriend on the spot for her. If I had a girlfriend now, I wouldn't doubt I would do the same thing.

But anyway, she called me on Friday and we had a good chat (seeing as how we had not talked since I called her to wish her a happy birthday). In the midst of our conversation she made one litte comment about how she was worried about living with her boyfriend next year, incase something went wrong. She feared she would be the one that would get screwed. But this thought started a fire in me.

All this past weekend I caught myself wishing, willing her and her boyfriend to break up. Is it wrong to wish ill upon a friend for your own happiness? Because I thought about it, and I truly wish them to split. It would give me an opprotunity that I have not had in a long time. I would take my knowledge aquired from this past year, knowlegde telling my to move on instinct, and I would move.

But alas, they have not broken up, at least not that I have heard. Though I did receive a missed call from her yesterday while I was working, though I doubt that it was to inform me of a break-up. Come to think of it though, she did say I was one of her few friends she still talks to. No, Chevalier, put the thought out of your mind.

Alas, I ask, what do you think? Have you found yourself in a similar situation?