Maybe I'm an idiot for writing this. It may very well turn out to be a horrible story. But thats ok. I blame it on lack of sleep. Past midnight and thoughts just rambled onto paper. SO here it is...

A different Kind of Fairytale

They say the best fairytale is falling in love with your best friend- the person who has known you forever and knows everything about you. I knew him since 6th grade. He lived a couple of blocks away from me. We never went to the same school, or hung out with the same group of people but somehow on those nights when we used to watch these really bad cartoon movies, we were just us. We were best friends.

Everyone thought we were perfect for each other. His mother had hopes that I'd be 'the one.' And I tried. I tried so very hard to be 'the one.' I was 14 when he told me he loved me and like the foolish child I was I said it back. It took less than a week for me to realize that I had lied. After all those years of friendship, I had lied to him. It broke my heart to tell him I could only be his friend. But he stood strong. He never let on to his disappointment. But I knew. When we joked there was always some hope in his eyes. Some hope that I would grow to love him and give him a second chance at Us.

The years passed and we each grew up. Went to different schools and hung out with different people. But he was still my best friend. He grew up confident while I grew up shy. He was strong where I was weak. He comforted me when I was broken. He was there through every break up, every smile, every joke. For so long he was there. My best friend.

But after a while I was just too broken. Even my friend couldn't put the pieces back together. But someone else could. I still remember that day. This person wasn't my friend. But somehow this person was my happy ending. I found my fairytale. I remember the day I had to tell him. I was happy yet scared. He just smiled and told me he was glad I was happy. And I was.

As time went by something happened. We began to change again and this time we drifted further and further apart until we were nothing but a random visit here and there. He was still my first best friend and he'd always have that place but my happy ending was with another.

Another who made my face light up when I thought of him. Another who made my heart flutters with every kiss. Another who loved me. I still remember the day he said it. I was scared but I had learned my lesson. He didn't seem to mind my silence. He understood it. it took a month after that for me to say it. And I knew as I whispered those 3 little words that I wasn't lying. Not this time.

I still look back on those days in my life from time to time. And it is in these times that I realize that a fairytale ending doesn't always come from the person who knows you most. Sometimes it comes unexpectedly from the person who makes you your most. From the one who brightens your day and makes you think about the future.

Looking back I'm glad I didn't fall in love with the best friend.

Any comments, questions, concerns?