Fate

For almost three years I was at the mercy of a five foot, one hundred and four pound woman. Her porcelain skin perfectly complemented her blonde hair and green eyes. She wore her sundresses almost as beautifully as she wore her smile. Her name was Polly, my name is Ali, her boyfriend's name was Mike.
Throughout my senior year in high school Polly and I had become better friends, and our friendship grew exponentially as college began. She moved to Texas and I decided attend Arizona State, however my feeling for her only grew stronger with each weekly phone call. Oh, and Mike, yea he also stayed in Arizona. They had been together for almost three years in what seemed to be a relationship that would never end.
In the first semester of my sophomore year at Arizona State I received a phone call from Polly, she was in tears, and I loved the sound of it. For the next two hours she explained how she broke up with Mike and how she finally realized how awful he was for her. My voice was sympathetic, my thoughts were "cha ching!"
That November she told me she was heading back in town for Thanksgiving break. I was in my car when I decided to give her a ring that weekend. I picked up my cell phone and held down the "4" key, she was speed dial four behind two of my best friends. After a few rings it went straight to her voice mail, I was not expecting this. The message I meant to say, that was in my brain as I heard her voice mail, that was about to come out of my mouth in a sarcastic manner was, "you not picking up your phone is putting a stranglehold on our friendship". Now I will repeat, this was what my brain and my mouth had agreed upon before that little beep started her voice mail. Keep in mind that I have yet to express to Polly my true feelings about her. What came out of my mouth instead I can not exactly explain. Beep..."Hey Polly, you not picking up your phone is putting a stranglehold on our marriage...". At this point I had one of those pull the phone away from your face and scream fuck as loud as possible moments. However this was not an option, I was a leaving a message and could not just start breathing heavy into the phone, so I had to think of something quick. I followed that brilliant comment, with an equally an brilliant one, "oh, where did that come from? Well, give me a call back when you get this." And she did give me a call back, immediately after I hung up the phone, so I knew she had not listened to the message yet. I started to coach myself a little before I picked up the phone, "Ok Ali, use your English major skills to tell her not to check her messages without actually telling her not to check her messages,." After we exchange hellos the first thing I say is, "hey, whatever you do, don't check that message I just left you, there's no reason to, your talking to me now, lets just cut out the middle man." She suspiciously said ok and we set up a later date to get dinner.
That dinner was the last time we spoke to each other for over a year. I recently saw her again where I planned to explain everything to her. However after seeing her I realized that my feelings for her were no longer there. We made simple chit chat for an hour, said our goodbyes, and will most likely never see or talk to each other ever again.