i remember a conversation from when i was younger. i was asked what i looked for in someone. you see, i told them that i look for the qualities of a best friend. now that i look back on that conversation, i wonder why i wanted to fall in love with a best friend. because now that i have, i want it to go away.
they call it FALLING in love for a reason, don’t they?
for me at least, it’s a cruel experience to fall in love with my best friend. i’m sure a lot of people would relate to this since of course i’m not the only person who’s been in this situation. but i wonder.
i love his smile, and his laugh. i love the way his voice gets higher when he’s laughing through his sentence. i love how he constantly says his funny jokes even though it’s not an appropriate time to say them. i love that he’s so passionate about his hobbies. i love that he’s so respectful and kind towards others. i love everything about him. from every flaw that people hate to every single best quality he’s ever had. sure he’s made mistakes, but we all do. i don’t mind if his past is a little marked up, mine is as well. i don’t really care.
he is my best friend. my closest guy friend. he’s seen me at my best but also at my worst. i remember every little detail of his response to my confession. i remember the heartbreak. but i remember the relief i had when he said it wouldn’t mess up our friendship.
it hasn’t messed up our friendship yet, thank god. but it’s messed up me. my mind. my emotions. i love him. im in love with him to the point where i’m drowning in it. i’m drowning in the love that i have for him. and while i wish i could stop, my heart seems to believe that theres still a chance for me here.
to reach the sky.
to reach the stars in the galaxies.
to see a supernova
would be beautiful
to once again have hopeful, sparkly eyes.
to not feel so alone.
to finally have happiness in a smile
would be magical
it’s not all sunshine and rainbows like it was when we were all but children. it’s dark and mysterious. you hear ominous footsteps in several pitches and consistencies. you never know what’s around that corner or behind that tree. maybe it’s a pitfall? or maybe it’s the portal to a better, much happier place.
we never know what’s lurking in the dark so be careful, and become the bad girl you were raised to be.
oh how sweet those little things are
oh how bubbly she is when she talks to you
oh how stupid is he to not talk to her anymore
oh how red her face turns from laughing
because of your jokes.
you, please never leave her like he did.
please take care of her warm and gentle soul
that she always says she never has
you don’t have to date her,
just be there for her.
it was your choice to up and leave.
i’ve known you forever baby, i’m not stupid when it comes to you.
i know you know what your actions did to me
why did you choose to leave after twelve years of pure friendship and laughter?
why did you choose to leave even when you know that it’d put me in the worst place possible?
i’m empty and lost, wandering the desert alone
ive always thought we were just two peas in a pod, as corny as that phrase sounds.
but as recent times have past, i’ve come to realize
that you can never truly guarantee a forever friendship
nor can you ever truly guarantee you won’t break a promise
or even a silly little contract we made ten years ago