Leave me to mine

My friend came again, journal. This time, she spoke words that rang a bell in my own heart:

“…Why do I keep hoping that something will come out of it? No, there’s nothing that will ever come out of our relationship! We’re too far apart, and we’re too different from each other… Why do I torture myself so? Why do I still want to see him, talk to him, laugh with him? There’s not a shred of hope that it will even be possible. It’s a one-sided, unrequitted kind of love, the kind where it only breaks your heart to keep on watching him go farther away from you.. “

I’ll leave you to your thoughts, journal. Please leave me to mine.

Something unexpected~

One of the customers actually approached me today. I won’t say her name, though, because the host club’s ears are everywhere.

Yes, I say the host club because it is involved in her dilemma. She told me she kinda let off hints that she had real feelings for a certain member (again, name is withheld to protect privacy). She did approach that host at one time and warned him about it. And after that, everything was okay.

But then a friend of hers came and refreshed the topic to the guy in question. Ah, refreshed is too soft a word. Blurted, spilled, totally exposed what my friend had tried so hard to suppress. And that girl even told her what she did. My friend is so hurt about this that she had retreated to silence. And miracle of miracles, she decided to tell me about it, since to her, I’ve had this experience before with Fujioka. @_@

But although she was hurt, this hurt was not of her friend’s actions. Rather, the hurt sprung from the truth to which she finally set her eyes on. The truth that nothing could ever result from such a relationship with *bleep*, if such a thing were even within possibility’s grasp.

I guess she’s got a point, though. Having met the guy and knowing him personally as the sort of person who’s too devoted to his, shall we say, personal interests, he won’t have time to spend for her.

She’s here again, journal. Ja ne~