Hidden In Plain SightI needed a friend. He needed a friend. We were friends. He dried my tears when the man I wanted left. I offered my shoulder when the woman he chose disappointed him. I never looked at him as a man. We were just two lonely people, who needed someone to talk with. He saw all the bad things about me before any of the good. Why? Because that's what I gave him. He was the one who was there. Honest, direct, and willing to listen. So he got my mistakes, my pain, my tears, and my nightmares. He got all the things that made me sad. And I felt so much better having someone to share the burden with.
We spent a little time together after a year of talking through email, and suddenly I realized, my friend, the person I needed more than anyone, wasn't just someone I could talk with because I was lonely. He was someone I wanted no matter what. Just like in the movies, I fell in love with my best friend. I didn't see him for all the things he is because...I wasn't paying attention? I was too busy checking off qualities on a must have list? I wanted a guy who doesn't fit me at all? He isn't anything I had planned on. He isn't the one I would have designed if I'd been given the pencil and sketch pad. And yet he is everything I need, and many things I didn't know I needed until he got here.
He was hidden in plain sight.