Muddle on! (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 14

     Dear Albert,

 

 

 

     They say that you don’t choose friends or lovers, and they are probably right.

 

    You can’t love someone just by wish and neither you can like someone because you have to. Your heart is designed a strange way.

 

     Here’s a question!

 

     How the hell do you suggest one has to understand their own heart? Mine sure is following some strange pattern going in zigzag.

 

      I’m not entirely sure what it was between Ted and I that caused the “Ted and I” phenomena. I was absolutely mediocre in comparison with anything related to Ted in any aspect of his life. Surely, I was no drama queen and no whiny clingy girl who wanted to change the world or Ted, for that matter. I didn’t want to change him from being Theodor everyone knew and loved; to Theodor I wanted to see.

 

     We somehow grew into the concept of friends even having obvious differences. However, a word ‘friend’ has such a thin line, because we were of the opposite genders, and not in the slightest swinging for the opposite team.

 

    He likes girl.

 

    I like boys.

 

    Period.      

 

     I’m not going to lie saying that I didn’t find Ted attractive. I can assure you in full honesty that I did. I had this weird attraction to him, but it was never more than just a tiny realization of how good-looking he was. And he was beyond good looking. Not just attractive in physical way.

 

     Ted owned a strong charisma. He was just all that.

 

     Later, I came up with the explanation why he was always in the middle of everything. Everything always revolved around him. And drama and melodrama and action and comedy. Ted contained everything.

 

     In return, Ted projected on me his popularity and organized our relationship, or rather friendship the way that I was always included in everything he did. Except of course his studies or when he went on dates with some random girls, which wasn’t that rare. Whatever needed to be established between us got established somehow on its own accord.

     You don’t choose friends and enemies. It just happens.

 

     That’s how I didn’t choose to find myself one fine afternoon siting in the park, eating ice-cream with Bobo and his annoying friend Logan.