You and me, we’re so different and yet, we’re the same. With almost no mutual friends, it’s hard for me to talk to you. I wish I was more brave than I am… But I’m not. I’ve never felt this way about someone and I’m just really scared okay? My feelings for you throw me off balance.
*In November, a really good friend of mine had been dealing with a lot of stuff. She came to find me one day. It was a Friday. November 2nd. She was in tears after having gone to see the school counsellor. For the first time, it hadn’t helped her at all and she was crying so hard. It was the kind of crying that someone usually does in the privacy of their own room and I didn’t know what to do or say, so I just hugged her. Moments later, she stormed off, mumbling something about wanting to be alone.
I felt horrible. I had this horrible feeling. A feeling that made me so nauseous, I couldn’t sit through the last hour of school. I left math class and sat in a ball in the bathroom trying to ignore what I felt. After school, the feelings persisted. I felt so sick and nothing I did helped. I couldn’t even pretend to act normal in front of my family and friends.
I later learnt that, after my friend had walked off, she had decided that she didn’t want to live anymore. Her mom was sick, so she had big quantities of morphine being kept at her house. She had planned to use it to overdose. It was clear in her head that she was going to do this. She was decided.
That’s when “person I like” comes back into the picture. Right before she was going to kill herself, she got a call from him. You see, the boy I like had been through a lot as well and had gotten into the labyrinth of drugs and dealing it. Earlier that week, she had asked him for some pot (in an attempt to make herself feel better) and he had told her that he’d call her so they could meet up for the exchange. So yes, he had called her right before she was planning to off herself, over a matter of marijuana. And for one reason or another, she went to meet him despite everything.
As soon as he saw her, he immediately asked if she was okay. She said yes automatically and he said that she really didn’t look okay and he wouldn’t let it go. Long story short, she spilled her guts out to him. Let me remind you that he was in no way a friend of hers, more like that occasional small talk person. He told her that he’d help her get through this, that he’d been down that road and didn’t want her to go any further… He told her that if she ever wanted to talk or if ever she was having a really horrible day, she could call him and they’d meet up. No matter what time.
He saved her life and in turn, he saved mine. She did not kill herself that night. It would’ve destroyed me if she had, especially when I was the only one who really knew what was going on and I had just started recovering from my depression. He saved me by saving her. I’m forever grateful… With no idea, to this day, on how to really thank him.
My friend is doing so much better now, it’s amazing.*
So, thank you, thank you so much. Maybe someday I’ll tell you just how much you mean to me. Maybe someday we could be good friends or maybe even together. Who knows. All I know is, you’re no longer the person I like, you’re the person I love. And I just wish I could tell you that. I really do.
(This is something I did for tumblr and poured my heart into... I just didn't want to lose it so I'm posting it here).
-Eka
(This is something I did for tumblr and poured my heart into... I just didn't want to lose it so I'm posting it here).
-Eka