The friend zone

I used to have a great friend. He was someone I loved to be with. We met at a small music festival, both of us were working as volunteers, and became really good friends. I loved the time he lived here, and we became really close during his time as Russ. He was the kind of guy who would do anything for me, anything. I was so sad when he moved to Oslo for a year, but we planned visits and I promised I would come check out his life in Oslo. Unfortunately it never happened.

The last couple of months he became closer and started holding me and hugging me in a different way. I knew then that he wanted us to be more than just friends. Last time he was home, we were out clubbing and I became friends with one of his friends. We danced and held hands, which was too much for my friend. He almost went home without saying good bye. I felt so bad. 


The next time we were out he told me how he felt, and that he knew I did not feel the same way about him. He then said it would be better if we did not talk for a while. It broke my heart a little, I really did not want to loose him. We have not talked since, I want to give him the time he needs, and hope he will talk to me someday. 


I kind of regret dancing with his friend, it would be nice to postpone his honest moment a bit. On the other hand, it would be extremely selfish of me to keep going. He deserves the best. I really miss him. 
And his friend, I have hung out with him a little, but he is not worth it at all. Not that I think stop hanging out with him will get my friend back, because it will not, but at least he will not have to hear about me being with his friend.