Balloons.

I stopped talking to him. I don't think it's possible to stay friends with him anymore. The situation we have crept upon is utterly too threatening for this mending heart. I'm sure everyone saw this coming. There is no going around this feeling him and I both share. There is the choice of accepting it, or there is the choice of turning around and starting fresh. Explore new territory, if so to speak.

This time around the second option sounds a lot more appealing.

Thank God.

Surprised? Me too.

After a while, no matter how happy someone can make you feel... You realize that this bit of happiness is not but a balloon out of reach. It is stuck to the ceiling where you will forever involuntarily acknowledge it's being. There are many balloons available to you but they do nothing but bore and keep you busy. The only reason you want the other one so badly is because you know you can't have it. It is not until the balloon gently floats down beside you that you realize what you have been admiring from afar. But by then it's appeal has seeped through the latex and you realize that it was nothing more than another balloon. Or maybe not?

Who knows... I sure as hell don't.