About a year ago, we had an argument about my being in love with him. At one point, he remarked, "You should go find some other nicer guy. You'll have no problems finding a guy, you're attractive..."
I flinched a little, and snapped "You're just being sarcastic, aren't you?"
"No, I am not. And don't take me wrong, telling you that you are attractive is not to say that I have feelings for you." He replied.
I mulled over this a little. "So what you are saying is, objectively speaking, I am attractive."
"Yes." He said.
We sorted out the argument eventually, and remained friends.
In June this year, I met up with T for the first time in months. We had a good time catching up over lunch. Just before we parted, I managed to muster the courage to say, "Wait, there's something that I've been wanting to tell you for a while."
"What is it?" He asked.
"I don't know if you still remember this, but sometime towards the end of last year, you told me I was attractive." I said.
"I remember." He replied. That took me by surprise.
"Well, I 'd just like to say, thank you." I said. "All my life, I've been told by countless people that I am cute. Whatever that means. Sometimes, people tell me that I am pretty. But no one has ever told me that I am attractive."
He smiled a little. "Don't they all mean the same thing? Oh, wait, 'cute' is different from 'pretty' and 'attractive'..."
"Thank you, anyway." I grinned, and patted him on the shoulder, before we parted ways.
Sometimes, I wonder if I should have said a little more that day. Maybe ask if he still thinks I am attractive. Maybe tell him that he, too, is attractive even after all these months. Then, I realize that leaving on that good note was probably the best thing to do. Take it slow. Don't rush things that were carefully rebuilt over time.
I'll see you around again, T.
