'Just friends' and last summer's shadow

Do you know these kind of friends whom you hate, hate so very much for being 'just friends'? Someone who you would want to have around night and day, but you can't just ask them to stay overnight as they are 'just friends'? In my opinion, these friends cannot even be considered friends. They are more like drugs one has to consume regularly, otherwise the withdrawal symptoms would slowly but constantly make you cease living, or at least feel like ceasing living. Some people seem to be in addictive friendships like these, while others just have regular (or are they painfully average?) relationships. But why is that? Who draws this line between friendship and love?

After all these centuries of the evolution of man* and countless stages of technological as well as cultural developments later, we do not seem to have gotten any the wiser. Nobody knows why certain people share a pretty close bond without being in love, while others (often those whom society specifies as being in a relationship, those who are almost demanded to love) don't
even seem to like each other.

*man: (I prefer to say humans or humanity to include women, but it's a choice)

I happened to experience this very phenomenon last summer. All of a sudden, someone I had considered to be 'just a friend' turned into something much closer. I couldn't prevent it, although I tried, and so I started falling for someone I barely knew. From this second I allowed myself to dream, which I had hardly ever done before, dream about the things that could happen, or would happen if only I was in a different situation. It took me almost a year to realise that there was nothing and will be nothing even close to a feeling of affection felt by the someone I thought I was close to. From one day to another, this little factoid put a shadow over my daily life. A shadow so dark I thought I could never escape from it again. Then, after a while of hiding in my shadowy hole, I tried to accept unamiabilty as a feature of his personality, but unfortunately I could not make myself believe that. It was a lie simply too cheap to believe. So I decided to get on with my life, to "get over it" as they say, but that is much more easily said than done and will probably still take some time.

On this note, I'll go hide underneath my bed again...

Rimi, your English is superb, don't doubt yourself :-)

Do you know these kinda friends the kind of friend whom you hate, hate so very much for being 'just friends'? Someone who you would want to have around night and day, but whom you can't just ask them to stay overnight as they are 'just friends'? In my opinion, these friends cannot even be considered friends. They are more like drugs one has to consume regularily regularly, otherwise the withdrawal symptoms would slowly but constantly make you cease from life to live [Üblicher wäre etwas wie "slowly but inexorably drain the life from you."], or at least feel like ceasing. Some people seem to be in addictive friendships like these, while others just have regular (or are they painfully average?) relationships. But why is that? Who draws this line between friendship and love?

After all these the centuries of the evolution of man and countless stages of technological as well as cultural developments later, we do not seem to have gotten any the ["we do not seem to BE any the wiser" würde auch gehen.] wiser. Nobody knows why certain people share a pretty close bond without being in love, while others (often those whom society specifies as being in a relationship, those who are almost demanded obliged to love) don't even seem to like each other.

I happened to experience this very phenomenon last summer. All of a sudden, someone I had considered to be 'just a friend' turned into something much closer. I couldn't prevent it, although I tried, and so I started falling for someone I barely knew. From this second I allowed myself to dream, which I had hardly ever done before, dream about the things that could happen, or would happen if only I was were in a different situation. It took me almost a year to realise that there was nothing and will would be nothing even close to a feeling of affection felt by the someone person I thought I was close to. From one day to another, this little factoid put cast a shadow over my daily life. A shadow so dark I thought I could never escape from it again. Then, after a while of hiding in my shadowy hole, I tried to accept unamiabilty as a feature of his personality, but unfortunately I could not make myself believe that. It was a lie simply too cheap to believe. So I decided to get on with my life, to "get over it" as they say, but that is much more easily said than done and will probably still take some time.

On this that note, I'll go hide underneath my bed again...