Another short conversation with a friend over Yahoo Messenger.
Yoshke: Done reading?
Friend: Aye aye. Sweet. Mushy.
Yoshke: Should I say “Thanks?”
Friend: lol. How come all your short, short, short stories are about friends falling in love?
Yoshke: NOT ALL. Just the ones I post on my blog.
Friend: Tell me, are you in love with a friend?
Yoshke: No. 🙂
Friend: Don’t tell me it’s me.
Yoshke: Whoah, is it just me or it really turned windy here?
Friend: You’re corny.
Yoshke: And you’re presumptuous! Assuming much?
Friend: So why the fascination?
Yoshke: I just love writing about it but it doesn’t mean I’m in that predicament.
Friend: You’re in love with a friend. Who is it?
Yoshke: I am not.
Friend: Do I know him?
Yoshke: I am not in love with anyone.
Friend: One of your college friends? Office friends?
Yoshke: I will never be in love with a friend. I can’t be.
Friend: Oh, it’s one of those little rules you impose on yourself.
Yoshke: Yeah. And you know, when I like someone, I tell him right off the bat.
Yoshke: I meant, I don’t befriend someone just because I like him. Because once the friendship is drawn, there’s no crossing the line for me.
Friend: What if he’s the one to cross the line? /:]
Yoshke: A speeding truck will run him over. =))
Yoshke: You see, next to family, I value friendships the most. And I don’t wanna screw it up just so I could be in a romantic relationship when I can just fall in love with someone else with which there’s no friendship to screw up.
Friend: Man, you ARE in love with a friend.
Yoshke: I am not! And I’m signing out if you say it again.
Friend: You’re in love with a friend.
I am not. Never have been. Never will be. I SWEAR.