Just like that

My sister has always told me that friends can be lovers but it is never possible the other way around. I have experienced it myself and I felt that losing the friendship is not worth it. So after my first love, I have conveniently pushed every prospect to the friendzone. Bitterness.
Just recently, though, I reconsidered my beliefs. I thought that someone is finally worth giving it a shot. He's after all the greatest friend I ever have. We get along so well: our fear of God, passion for food, ways of self-expression, road & sound-tripping, movies and books preferences--we're always on the same page. indeed it was good while it lasted.
We never had a big disagreement--which indicated that something's wrong since in the very first place quarreling resemble normalcy--and I'm very proud that no one came between us. Despite the seemingly boring relationship, we managed to stay healthy. In fact, we planned our lives together in the range of years--even beyond college graduation--and we actually succeeded in the first few months. Together we familiarized with the places we haven't been to, tried the food we couldn't usually afford, seen almost every movie shown and have coffee after pizza.
Yet our daily excitement of being together had died down eventually. During the days when I noticed that we're no longer talking and walking as frequent as before, I only assumed that we were not able to stand the test of time. Although I'm upset that I just haven't heard of him all of the sudden, I'm grateful that there's no painful ending for us. Anyway, we still communicate although I'm no longer tagged in his every post and the regular posts are no more. I may only get to see him a little less than occasionally but I'm sure we're still friends.
But that was then and I don't think that it is still so now. Looking back, I found the reasons that we're still friends: 'cause we have always been. We're friends now because we never really left that state; we were never lovers. For a moment there we were like brother and sister dating. I just realized that I'm not hurt nor bitter because he never weakened my knees to begin with. We thought we're perfect but we barely had the spark. I never hid under the table on his presence and nothing happened to my moods at the mention of his name. Well, knowing he's around used to make me smile but my heart won't skip a bit when he approach. Unlike my first love whom I'm so bitter about that I haven't said his name in years.
I loved them both but they're not the same. Common denominator, though, both are not meant to be.