I see you with her, and it's so magical. It isn't love, nor is it friendship. It is something so unexplainable, yet so simple.
You know how she likes her coffee. You know what she likes her drink with. You are her 3 AM call. Her 5 PM 'How's your day going' check-in. You were there for her when her best friends ditched her. You were there to mend her broken heart. You made sure her books arrived on time. You made sure her food wasn't delayed. You didn't even frown when she canceled on you, neither did you mind her unrequited calls and texts. Ice cream was always there for her on her down days. You were afraid of the stove but would make a hot soup if she fell sick. She was always blind to the most obvious things, and yet you found that endearing too. You are her personal diary and her all-time therapist. She loves the tree-flanked roads, and you are always ready to walk them with her. You never understood her obsession with creating a new bookmark for every book she read, but would not mind giving her ideas. You didn't care if she gets excited easily over the tiniest of things. You didn't care if she cries on your shoulder one too many times. A love so pure, you didn't care, even if it wasn't reciprocated
They told you, this isn't the time to waste away. But I could only wish time was the biggest constraint.
No, you weren't her lover, neither were you her best friend,
You were the boy who loved with all his heart. Just with the wrong girl,
me.
From, the girl who was too blind.
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