The break up was easy. It was the week before we broke up that broke me. He's my best friend...or at least he was. And I've known him for so long, I knew something was wrong. I could feel him slipping away, and then he began lying to me. I'm not sure why the lies started, I'm not really sure where we went wrong. But I confronted him, and told him how I felt. We talked on the phone and he said he was feeling weird, that he didn't know how to explain it, but he told me not to worry. "Hakuna Matata" That's what he always says when I look worried. But I knew he was gone, he didn't even tell me he loved me before we broke up. The next day I caught him in a lie, and he didn't talk to me until the day after. When he finally did I told him how shitty I felt, how hurt I was. Then he told me that the reason he thinks best friends work so well is because "Even if something happens, they can still be best friends" that same night he broke up with me. And here I am, a week later. And guess what? I lost my best friend.
It's hard to have a best friend who's a guy, especially if you're a girl. Sad to say most of those instances where the guy was a best friend also meant he was gay or bisexual in some way (which isn't entirely bad). Just gotta go back out there and make new friends. Learn from this experience. Maybe keeping someone in the friendzone isn't all bad for you. Some day someone will come to you and they won't be just a friend or best friend. He will be someone looking to give his love to earnestly.
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