I am a guy in high school. There is a girl at school, and we have come to be best friends, but now I value her a little more than a friend.
She’s the only girl I’ve ever come to love. I want to tell her what I feel, but she already has a boyfriend.
They are hopelessly in love. I’ve met her boyfriend, and he’s hopelessly awesome, so I can’t hate him. I feel terrible. What should I do?
What you’re about to read is a middle-aged man’s retelling of his own pathetic youth. I’m the wrong fella to ask for advice.
I’m an ordinary stiff with one back-surgery under his belt.
As a young man, I was a friend to a girl. Let’s call her, oh I don’t know, Princess Ijustwannabefriends.
She didn’t have a date on New Year’s Eve, so she asked if I’d entertain her.
I really liked her, so I agreed. I took her to a party and promised her parents I’d have her home at midnight.
We pulled into her driveway at 11:58 P.M. When my watch struck 12:00, I expected a handshake and a, “You know, you’re like a Labrador to me.”
What I got was a kiss.
I had to be resuscitated with paddles.
After that, I had this erroneous idea that Princess IkisswhoeverIwant liked me. But I was very, very wrong.
A few weeks later, she began dating a much taller, much broader-shouldered, better-looking quarterback with perfect teeth, and the amiable personality of Jesus Christ.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Who cares about my youth?
Well, I do. And I wish I could tell young, naive Sean a few things.
For starters: pretend, if you will, you’re dying. Bear with me, this is only a what-if.
Would this girl visit you in the hospital while you’re suffering from, say, kidney failure? Probably.
Would she bring you flowers? Maybe. A card? Sure.
Is she the sort of girl who’d ask doctors to cut her open, take out one of her kidneys, and give it to you?
If the answer is no, let her go.
Sound extreme? Maybe it is. But that’s love.
Love isn’t flowers and chocolates like they claim on the Hallmark-Channel. Sure it’s giddy stuff, but this is life, kid. Love is as raw as ground chuck.
Life is only a few seconds long. The trip between birth and death is an amusement-park ride. If you’re lucky, you’ll get a few laughs. But you’re going to go through your fair share of hell.
Love is what makes the ride worth it.
Listen, friend, I don’t know much. To tell you the truth, I’m still learning. But I know one thing for almost certain:
A girl who wouldn’t give you a kidney, liver, or spleen, might not give you her heart, either.
I’m sorry if you wanted better advice than that. I’m not much in the wisdom department.
So I’ll leave you with this:
You sure as hell aren’t hopeless.