She first met Paul in primary school. They had become good friends and naturally, she was shocked but happy when she found out they’re classmates in high school. She didn’t have to say out loud for me to understand how she felt – feels – about him. It’s in the way how her voice seems to warm up whenever she said his name, how her face soften when she talked about him.
Then he met Anna. It was how she met my sister actually. They become friends and would often hang out together. She said that she already had a feeling about it, but still shocked when he told her he had feelings for my sister. She had always hoped he would one day realize her feelings for him and they would go out. But despite all of that, she still supported him and eventually he went out with Anna.
“I’m happy when he is,” she had said. She had even put a smile on her face, but her eyes does not look convincing at all. It was the saddest and loneliest eyes I’ve ever seen.
She doesn’t mean what she said. That much was clear. But I can’t really blame her for it. There’s no such thing as platonic love. If you love someone you would want that person to love you back. You would want that person period.