Friendzoned 1/2
Today my sister was friendzoned. My beautiful, darling, loving, overzealous, hopeless-romantic of a sister was friendzoned for the very first time in her life. I don’t think the guy knew what he’d done. She’s been head-over-heels, learning to love again over this guy for months. They have a friend group. They met through Church. He’s a good-boy with a background, which is totally her type (because bad-boy is her type because she’s used to being mistreated and by that I mean 1 in 5 women) and he makes her smile, they both like cinnamon AND nutmeg on their breakfast, and that boy makes her butterflies do loop-de-loops to the heavens and back again...but today she was friendzoned.
My sister. Who i love so much. Who I’ve watched be hurt, and I know she wants nothing but to be capitol L Loved as she loves the whole wide world. Who I’ve watched grow into the rambunctious, strong, opinionated, anxious, gorgeous ball of fury that she is today...today...
Today she cried. Because the boy (read: man) she likes doesn’t like her back today. While she cried, we sat in the sun while I whispered the sweet nothings that are reassurances that love is worth it. Because those really are nothing. She hurt. Her heart broke. She said she regrets ever letting herself feel anything. She who stops herself from feeling so much after having to feel too much as a child. And I sat next to her, helpless, because I’ll be damned before she goes to hell and back without her big sister. As we sat in the sun, we felt it’s heat for what it really was, burning. Half an hour into her agony and she noticed, “The fire went out.”
And if that ain’t a fuckin’ metaphor.