This short fic is very based on some recent/not so recent events in my life. I needed to get this down somehow - and it has be very therapeutic. Basically, I wrote this from midnight till now (3AM) cause I can't concentrate on my college work; so I thought this would help. So there may be some grammar issues or spellings... just read at your own risk. I'll fix it (if it needs it) when I can.

They say the third time is the charm. Ha, not in my case...

Moving away in general is always hard; moving away to broken down farm which desperately needed care? Times that by a billion.

Surprisingly, my farm work isn't the problem here. Sure half the time I'm slaving away in the fields, and I'm beat at the end of every day, and frustration occasionally takes root; but matters of the heart – nothing prepares anyone for that.

See, when I first arrived in Mineral Town, I had no idea what to expect. I was just some city gal who spontaneously decided to buy a farm cause I was bored. I thought I was gonna be treated as such. But I found out pretty quick that the people of Mineral Town are quite the friendly outgoing kind, well, most are.

Probably within the first week on my farm is when I met him.

I won't deny that when I saw him for the first time my heart fluttered. He's just so damn good looking! However, at the same time, there was something about him – there is something about him. I can't place my finger on it. It just feels as if we were meant to meet each other – to at least be friends – like destiny, if one wants to get all mushy and cliched.

Right then and there I decided to find out why.

So, any time I was in the Inn, I tried striking up some sort of conversation. Naturally they were brief conversations, due to one, my awkwardness on starting conversations and two, the fact that I didn't have time to really to converse to begin with. As a farmer, one doesn't have much time to socialize, something which Ann, my good friend, constantly tries to get me to do.

One day, a brilliant idea came to me: why don't I see if he has any free time? Yeah, of course he was busy too – I recognize the signs – but what's the harm in asking? I mean, if I was going to a least befriend this guy, wouldn't it be wise to set a bit of time apart and make the effort to do so? Especially considering the fact that he really did seem like a nice, kind-hearted guy. Who wouldn't want to surround themselves with people like that?

So I tried setting something up, not a date, obviously, but an outing which would give me the chance to get to know him. It seemed as if I succeeded too; however, my horrible luck had to intervene: he conveniently forgot about the whole thing and instead made plans to go into the city to meet up with some old buddies to go to this one festival.

Thank the Harvest Goddess for the Internet cause I looked up that festival, and he could have gone the first weekend – the weekend before my outing, but he didn't. After my research of the festival, I knew for certain I had gotten to him before: my outing was practically a week an half before that festival ended. My conscience told me that maybe he really did forget, but I certainly wasn't buying it.

That was my first sign.

Then one summer day I found out through gossip around the town that he was seeing somebody – the Asian librarian I later found out. That broke my heart to a million pieces. Of course, the idea of a relationship with this guy was and still is highly attractive to me; however, a friendship was something that I desired most – and still do.

So what foolish idea I ended up doing? I told him that I liked him (total nervous wreck and awkwardness); few months later, I asked whether or not he would be up to hanging out sometime, since I had been getting used the idea of him having a girlfriend. I told myself that I was going to be the bigger person here. All I got from him was a lot of 'maybes' and no absolutes – whether a no or a yes.

That bugged me more.

Relationships were and are something I never could get the hang of, which is why I've been single most of my life. Friendships? This farmer is very sensitive when it comes to that, considering my past with certain 'friends.' So him basically not wanting to hang out and get to know each other the old fashion way (aka no tech) really didn't sit well with me. Oh, and he knew damn well I wanted to be friends with him – to get to know him better.

So, I sent him via text a long frustrated speech about the fact that it didn't seem as if he wanted to be friends in the conventional sense. Basically, I was done with him and decided to concentrate on me and my farm and not be bothered with him. His loss, right? Let his girlfriend deal with his indecisiveness!

And it lasted like that for quite a long time: I developed my farm extensively, expanding left, right, and center. Crops were growing exponentially and abundantly. Life on my farm was good, and I was happy.

Then one night at the Inn I overheard him say that he and the librarian had broken up. My feelings about him definitely flooded back, and at that moment, I felt very faint. Ann, of course, was nearby too and punched my arm, emphasizing the fact that he was single and ready to mingle, which didn't help matters. I quickly dashed home, extensively thinking about the news.

I wrestled whether or not to send a note to him, giving him my regards and sympathies. It would be a me kind of thing to do – a nice gesture. So I did, explicitly saying that if he needed to talk, I was there for him. Of course, no response, but I wasn't expecting one.

Then my recent idea was born: why not again see if he would like to hang out sometime? It's not as if anything is holding him back, other than working a lot. My conscience taunted me with this to the point where I gave in. At first, I thought that perhaps this would be different – it seemed that way, any how. But I soon discovered it was the same thing: him being vague and saying that he's quite busy.

Um, hello? I already know you are busy! I guess asking him when he was free – cause I knew it was pointless to ask if he was free – was some sort of complicated question or something. I still haven't heard from him and probably won't. I guess back to throwing myself into my farm work.

It hurts so badly when you want to be friends with someone yet it seems as if they don't want to be, but one has to be strong in times like this. It might be cliched but it's something that I try to tell myself. Will we ever be friends? I don't know. Right now, I'm trying to pick up the pieces to my broken heart...