The Girl Next Door, Part 1

     Blonde hair, blue eyes. Essentially what dreams are made of.

     We have a class together twice a week. We didn't talk much at first, but I’m just that kind of person, I guess.

     One day, after class, I get invited for a drink by a classmate. Let me preface this by saying that I absolutely hate the taste of alcohol. It’s disgusting and on top of that, it takes a lot for me to actually get tipsy (which, in bar terms, translates into a lot of money). As a rather anti-social person who thought this whole thing would be boring and a waste of time, I took the chance because the three people I knew were pretty chill. The soft core drama started that very first night. For anonymity purposes, let's number the people that night 1-5. Three, being me and four, the main character in this particular story. The cycle of “like”, from the get-go, went (loosely) as such: 1→2→3→4↔5. Five was not a part of our class. He’s a high school friend to the beauty that is four.

     As it turned out, the night was really fun. This turned into a one-two times a week thing between the five of us.

     Every time we go out, I am more and more attracted to this woman. She is both the furthest and simultaneously the closest thing to perfection I've ever seen. And I mean that in the absolute best way possible. She is the epitome of beauty, uniqueness comparable to a platypus (weird, dorky reference much?), insanely intelligent and incredibly (alliterations, for the win) kindhearted. The list goes on and on, but simply put: she would be a hyperbolic comparison to Aphrodite.

     At this point, lady quatro is more or less “dating” five, which I’m completely fine with. Five is a really cool and nice guy. In a perfect (me-centered) world, I would wish the very second best for him.

     Have you ever had that moment when you look at your watch and suddenly time feels like it’s slowing down because you’re aware of it? I find myself doing that on purpose whenever we hang out, to live in that moment a little longer. It’s weird, I will admit, but that’s me. 

     Do I love her? Probably not. I haven't known her long enough to. I have a feeling I know very little about her and I also don’t mind just being friends in the slightest. All I wish upon her is happiness, which I sincerely hope she has found through some of the problems she’s had. But that may be pushing the envelope, as far as assumptions go. Madame quatre is moving to her home town next semester. It sucks, looking at it through my kaleidoscope version of a perspective on the matter, but I think I get it.

     To conclude, the reason I parted this story into two isn't because I have withheld information, it’s simply because I can’t predict the future. Weather part two will be positive, negative, or just more of the same... Well, I guess only time will tell.

     Sincerely and wholeheartedly,

     K.

     TL; DR: I think I’m in love with a sexy platypus.