Update/Poem about My Love Story Dilemma
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| Tue, 05-03-2005 - 10:29am |
This poem is reflecting on my post before about falling for my brothers best friend.
It's called, His Best Friend:
From the first night we met you caught my eye
Confused by feelings I couldn’t deny
Harmless fun we had at first
Just enough to quench my thirst
Lightening struck and the ground shook
Just one moment was all it took
Eventually it turned to more
I didn’t see it coming, I couldn’t feel the floor
But I’ll step back now and watch us descend
Because Im his little sister and you’re his best friend
Kisses were stolen and moments were shared
Us getting caught was my biggest fear
One night when the lust was too strong
We gave into us, and I knew it was wrong
A passion forbidden
To feel was a sin
All that followed were akward stares
We knew what we’d done, it just wasn’t fair
My breaking heart, I really must mend
Because Im his little sister and you’re his best friend
He sat me down once, and told me it straight
He wouldn’t allow us and he closed the gate
Losing this fight, for this I’m not proud
But the thoughts I was having just weren’t allowed
So now these feelings I’m forced to deny
And always be questioning, if we should have tried
I’m sitting here now and taking it in
Regrets are consuming, could we have been?
I’m not over you yet, but I’ll just pretend
Because Im his little sister and you’re his best friend
Frustration surrounds me, I just get so pissed
What could have happened, what did we miss?
At night’s when I feel it, I just get so sad
I wish we’d never met, and forget what we’d had
Living it now, mistakes I did make
I face the end now, just for his sake
There are nights when, I���d throw it all away
To look you in the eyes and ask you to stay
I’m letting it go, this really must end
Because Im his little sister and you’re his best friend
I’ll be the bigger person, you bet the better man
Put us aside, and be his biggest fan
Whenever I see you, I hold my head high
But the truth is I’m bleeding inside
Circumstance is the enemy, This I must face
We’ll meet again, another time, a different place
I’ll walk away now, I’m letting it be
The horizon ahead is where I’ll be free
Loyalty vs love, which one does win?
When I’m his little sister, and you’re his best friend

Great poem, hugs to what you wrote though. I know it's hard, but if you really think about it, what did you two REALLY have? You didn't have a r'ship, you don't even know him as a person. You had, as you wrote, stolen moments. And stolen moments make the best love stories around.
I know it'll be hard to get past the what if's, and could've been's, but in the end, just keep telling yourself, if it's meant to be, your brother will be more than happy to give his blessing and there will never have to be "stolen moments" ever again.