They started out as just mere acquaintances at work, then hanging out often, intimately sharing guarded details of their life stories, getting closer, closer still, eventually becoming best friends forever; an unlikely dynamic duo: the worldly black guy with the strange accent and the enlightened white gal with racist parents.
She’s always on his mind, a ponderous thought of ascending emotions, spoiling his contentment as he imagines a different path of an unknown destiny with her. He could tell her the truth. He could walk up to her right now, take her face into his hands, and just say it.
“You jerk!” she says, pushing him away, disgusted with him. “I can’t believe you said that to me. We can’t do this. You can’t kiss me. I can’t be your girlfriend. It was all so perfect and now it’s ruined. Why’d you say it? Wasn’t my friendship enough for you?”
Written January 1, 2002.
Originally published in February 2010 by blink-ink [defunct].