5 Stages
Yearning
He couldn’t stop looking at her. The way she giggles at her friend’s lame feeble jokes or whenever she got nervous and slowly ran her delicate fingers through her hair. He especially couldn't stop being her friend. Just a friend. That’s all he ever was, forever friends. Best friends. Never anything else. He wanted more. He yearned for it. He couldn’t do anything about it.
Depression
He knew it was stupid to feel lousy over one particular girl, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to admit it, but he loved her. To a point where all he could think about was getting her to fall in love with him as he loved her. He couldn’t bring himself to it, however. He became more depressed each day for each day when he knew that she wasn’t his and he wasn’t hers.
Addiction
He wanted her badly until it hurt. His room covered with pictures of her, her name written on every wall, every sticky note on his desk. Some called it love, some called it creepy. He didn’t care. It was almost as if he was addicted to her. Like a druggie with an addiction to heroine. But his addiction has more consequences. It could have much more painful after tastes.
Jealousy
She had a new boyfriend. He became jealous. They fought. Their friendship was done. He became angry. He went home and cried. He ripped the pictures and sticky notes off his wall, off his desk, wherever and whatever had her picture or name on it. He thought she was making a mistake.
Enough
He drove his car, far away from her. He reached the end of the road. He reached his destination, the endless cliff. It’s all because of her. He had enough. He was through.
He couldn’t stop looking at her. The way she giggles at her friend’s lame feeble jokes or whenever she got nervous and slowly ran her delicate fingers through her hair. He especially couldn't stop being her friend. Just a friend. That’s all he ever was, forever friends. Best friends. Never anything else. He wanted more. He yearned for it. He couldn’t do anything about it.
Depression
He knew it was stupid to feel lousy over one particular girl, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to admit it, but he loved her. To a point where all he could think about was getting her to fall in love with him as he loved her. He couldn’t bring himself to it, however. He became more depressed each day for each day when he knew that she wasn’t his and he wasn’t hers.
Addiction
He wanted her badly until it hurt. His room covered with pictures of her, her name written on every wall, every sticky note on his desk. Some called it love, some called it creepy. He didn’t care. It was almost as if he was addicted to her. Like a druggie with an addiction to heroine. But his addiction has more consequences. It could have much more painful after tastes.
Jealousy
She had a new boyfriend. He became jealous. They fought. Their friendship was done. He became angry. He went home and cried. He ripped the pictures and sticky notes off his wall, off his desk, wherever and whatever had her picture or name on it. He thought she was making a mistake.
Enough
He drove his car, far away from her. He reached the end of the road. He reached his destination, the endless cliff. It’s all because of her. He had enough. He was through.