You know how it goes — one day your friend picks you up to see the dreamiest Christmas decor, you go shopping and grab ice cream; the next minute you’re daydreaming about building a life together. A classic friends to lovers trope. I am a fan, but life never gets the memo.
Green flag? A whole green forest. He’s the guy who makes me feel seen and valued. He’s the one who teases me when I have too much sugar, but would tell me I look pretty when I just rolled out of bed. He’s funny, sweet, and communicates so well that every conversation feels like a warm hug.
“We’re going to end up together,” I thought to myself. But right when I started weaving hopes of this potential future, the universe threw a long distance at me: “Here, have another emotional rollercoaster.”
Yet, here’s the thing — sometimes, it just doesn’t work out the way you imagine. The friendship will stay and it’s still magical; but instead of imagining us growing old together, I’m texting across time zones to cherish him for who he is. It’s perfect in its own imperfect way. It may not be the endgame like I imagined, but who’s to say?
