He was waiting for me when I arrived. He held me in a tight embrace before taking the grocery bags from my hands; my shoulders became light. I've always liked being around him.
We walked close together, his arm brushing against mine. I explained to him the reasons why we should stop seeing one another. I had shared my thoughts with him before, but I felt he was finally listening for the first time. What we did wasn't wrong, but it wasn't right either. We used one another.
"I feel empty, am full of self-loathing emotions, and in complete denial of who you are in my life," I said. The distance slowly widened between our bodies.
We stood on the stairs of Bowery Station. His demeanor had changed. Whatever he was feeling had depleted. Whatever he had wanted to say, he no longer wanted to share. He was uncomfortable, out of his element. I knew. I saw right through him.
I took him out of the friend zone and he denied me. I was hurt. Rejected.Labels: bowery station, stranger friend