Se La Vie

I wanted to write about something personal because I need to vent. But I am apprehensive about how much I should write. So I'll just start with the basics.
I know someone who I was very close to at one time. Closer than we should have been for various reasons. I'm not talking about a couple of months. I'm talking about almost an entire decade. Recently, we've decided to remain friends and platonic friends by the way. We've both been living up to our ends of the bargain. But, he is having reservations about meeting for a simple cup of coffee because he's not so sure he can be "platonic" with me. Flattering in a sense. But insulting in another way. Friends, lovers, spouses, family. What separates these different types of love? Sex. That's what. So if you take the sex equation out of the Lovers title. What do you get? You get a friendship. One that may be stronger in a way because you really.............know each other. haha. To me, I love all of my friends and family equally and would jump in front of a bullet for any one of them. Thus the reason that I don't go searching the planet looking for "New" friends. If I happen to cross paths with someone and we have a connection. Cool, they are welcomed into my circle. But at this point in my life. I am surrounded by many good friends and family alike. If I made the decision to be someones friend. Nothing would prevent me from seeing them. So this bullshit excuse is wearing thin on my patience. I extend my hand in friendship. And instead of the other party grabbing my hand to shake it, they are telling me they might want more than just my hand. Decisions are made based on certain criteria. And history tells us a lot as to how we will decide to proceed. Would I cross the street with out looking both ways? No I would not. Would I continue eating strawberries if I got an allergic reaction from them? Certainly not. Would I invite someone over knowing that they will inevitably rob me blind the second I turn my back? Not a chance. These are just examples to understand the intensity of decision making. I did not decide to remain this mans friend for any other reason except I consider him someone I'd jump in front of a bullet for. And instead of this friendship being reciprocated. I'm being made to feel that my place in his life is where secrets are made and hearts are broken. Well, not this time around. I'm standing my ground and having faith that what is meant to be will be. If he thinks anything of me as a human being and as the rock that I have been for him, then he'll come around and get over the inevitable. We cannot be more than platonic friends. In my world. It's a blessing. In his however, it may be a curse.
We'll see what happens. What shall be will be
That's life