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"I don't think I can see him anymore, as friend. Is it even possible to have break up in friendship?"
She stirred her drink with the straw as I sighed, lacked of anything to say. My brain whirred softly as I heard the ice cubes clinked in her glass.
"Why so?"
She lifted her left eyebrow as if didn't believe that was all I can react. She smiled, although not a happy one. The kind of smile that didn't reach the eye. Her eye remained flat, vacant.
"Is it normal that every time I see him, I see every thing that I wish for a guy? That he's the one?"
Well. I had seen that one coming. What I had not prepared yet was how to reply that sentence. So I sighed instead.
"He has almost exactly the same taste with me about most everything. I can talk to him about anything and he is able to respond accordingly. We live in the same pace, point of view, and perspectives. It's really hurt to know that there's someone REALLY perfect for you, but you can't have him. And no, it doesn't help that everyone keep saying we were meant for each other, that we are perfect for each other. I do realize that we are not meant to be together as lifelong partner whatsoever, thanks for that girl he has been waiting for ages. But it's awfully hurt to keep seeing him as friend, or as anything, really."
After blurting everything she felt, she fell silent. I tried to smiled a little before opened my mouth.
"I guess he's your picture perfect guy. You see, the one who will be the perfect match for you. I guess everyone has one, or perhaps more, I don't know. But the picture perfect partner is just, you know, picture perfect. It's unreal. You only keep seeing the perfect picture because that's what you want. Who can resist on something that one wanted oh-so-much?"
I took a breath before continue my monologue.
"As the cliche, old time saying said: what you want is not always what you need, so is the picture perfect guy. He is only perfect for you in the picture. In your head. You should stop picturing that perfect life you could have with him in your head, get over it, and move on with your life. Find someone else."
She sipped her drink, but her eyes were fixed on mine. I considered whether to continue talking. She just kept looking at my eyes, so I decided to continue.
"Some people might mistaken their picture perfect for their soul mate. But those are two very different things. Picture perfect is your reflection, like the one in the mirror. You will have almost identical tastes, perspectives, and everything. While soul mate is your complement, like sugar to tea or strawberry jam to a scone. You complete each other, make each other become a better person. As sugar is not always white and jam is not always sweet, your soul mate might not be perfect. Mostly, soul mate is not picture perfect. But when you meet yours, you will know that he is what you have been waiting for, that he is what you need."
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The glasses clinked loudly, and I was awake from my daydream. I unintentionally peered at the girl's notebook and read the only sentence she wrote on the opened page: "I don't think I can see him anymore, as friend. Is it even possible to have break up in friendship?". I knew who 'him' was, the chestnut-colored hair young man with startlingly blue eyes. The girl and him used to sit at the corner table of my uncle's coffee shop. I always spent my summer helping my uncle by being a barista. Last summer was the first time I saw her with him, the picture perfect couple that even made me think they were the perfect couple as my uncle always said to them every now and then. Back then, I even knew how she felt to him. I also knew he didn't. This summer was the first time I saw her alone for some days and with him for another. When I saw her scribbling in the notebook, I felt like I can guess what had happened.
I really want to talk to her, but I didn't know how to make it less stalkerish creepy.
Perhaps if I took the chance, if I talked to her, I might be what she needs...
