Genies do not go back into bottles. If you want to ruin a platonic friendship, try stepping away from the platonic. Genie comes flying out. Soaring, racing out. Jet propelled out.
Throughout our friendship, there were barriers, impediments to a "normal" relationship - insurmountable issues and obstacles. Well, it's one very large one, I guess. Maybe one and a half. Well, probably two. There is no question about our caring for one another, but these barriers are large. Large as in --- I would have a better shot at pole-vaulting 15 feet than we would have getting past these issues. We both knew it then and know it now.
Then the genie flew out - we ruined this friendship that meant so much to me. At first, I thought we could talk our way back into the platonic state. But first he and then I came to understand that we had reached the land of "No Exit". Genies don't go back into bottles, we cannot deny what happened, talking about it doesn't vaporize it, and of course, we have to accept why it happened. There are hard, unwelcome facts here. So no going back.
And those earlier barriers and impediments? They are as real and as high as they ever were.
No way forward to a relationship; no way backwards to Plato. The only thing left was the door. Our friendship ended. It is overwhelmingly sad and utterly inevitable. Heartbreak.
Sometimes I hate being an adult.
Maybe I'll rethink it.
Maybe I'll rethink it.
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