If only. If only she had gotten to him before Mary had, if only Mary had just gone away after the second week, like all those other girls had. If only she hadn’t been so stubborn all her life and looked at him, really looked at him, things might be different now. Oh, she could only dream, as she was standing there, dancing there so close, yet labeled ‘Friends, and friends ONLY.’ It was a soft, gentle, perfect song for those who wanted to dance, bonded tightly by the melody, with their significant other in front of them. But he was not her significant other, nor did she ever think he would become anything past a good friend because it just seems that it was not meant to be.
It was the silence that took place after this that was the awkward part, the part nobody wanted to go through because it meant facing reality. Nothing would ever be the same: for better or for worse, that part was unknown. They would never be able to just “hang out” with each other without having bittersweet thoughts traveling through their minds. They would never be able to think of each other as just good friends, no matter how much either tried to fake it. If the emotions that were obviously there were acted upon, the only possible results were disaster or… something completely amazing. Whether the amazing thing would last or not was another doubt, which made the light at the end of the tunnel seem dimmer and dimmer. Whether she chose to zip her lips and keep quiet, whether she ended up kissing him, and whether that led to the end of it or the beginning, one thing was clear; She’d never have the old James back.
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