Love a friend (S1 Ep.5-4)

Wednesday, July 10

While I was working on the new collection, studying the models I designed based on Sofie’s style, my thoughts run away for a moment to her words. She is right, I believe in the prince charming, in true love. I believe that only with a single cross of looks we know that person is our missing half, the part that complements us. Yes, that's the love I seek. I want a love that consumes me, make me burn from the inside, that challenge me, make me go further, that motivates me.

Partly as the passion that I have for my designs, for my work. Every collection is a new challenge, a new proof to overcome myself. If I couldn't draw anymore would be like if the floor, the air, the reason to live have been taken from me and it is this kind of love that I want to share in a relationship. I can feel it, I know I'm going to find him.

The affection I felt for Ryan wasn't like this passion, with this intensity, was like caring for a friend. I care about him and his well-being. I used to adore every moment we spent together, as with the girls. Our meetings, our go outs, the moments we share laughter, tears, jokes, learning... There wasn’t a sparkle inside of me that made me want to go beyond friendship with him. And if I did just for the caring I felt, I  feared that when we realize the love shared between us was not what we wish upon, we would lose the friendship we have built up over the years.

How I wished he understood. But that didn’t happen. He pushed himself away from me and maybe, for this reason, strayed a bit from the girls and the boys, too. He is polite and always greets us, however, things are different now, he is not so present anymore. But I know he's alright. He’s close to Johana and her group of friends. A few times I saw them gathered on the basketball court in the park next to the beach.

Some were the minutes that I got carried away by these thoughts, remembering him, keeping him in my memory, guarding what was good. Despite the sadness I felt, I understood his absence. He put all the cards in the table about his feelings and got hurt not been matched... And as a sharp reminder to get back to the real world, my phone rang…

Rose: Hello, Joan!

Joan: Rose, we’ve got a problem! I need you to come by the store.

Rose: What happen? Can the inquiries not be print?

Joan: No, the inquiries are already printed! The problem is that I can't take all this material alone. We already have the props ready.

Rose: Oh silly, did I not tell you that it was better to stay with you…

Joan: Will you come?!

Rose: Of course! I’ll be there soon.