Shoulders bunched up together, feeling each others warmth, secret whispers, laughing at each other's jokes, being there, following each other around.
A level of intimacy I know I will never experience.
All I can do is observe you and my bestfriend being what I wanted you and I to be, but I know it'll never happen between us.
Because when we're sitting alone together, my throat feels as if its been filled with soft flowers and petals, rendering me speechless, as the space between us grows wider socially, and physically.
As if we were strangers.
Why do you treat me as such? do you dislike me? does my awkard-shyness push you away?
or do you feel the same way when we sit together? do the butterflies choke you silent too?
YOU ARE READING
I liked you, I like you, and I will like you
Historia Corta"no matter what I do, it all just keeps coming back to you" I'm writing for my love, or beloved for better term. Who will never see these but I'd like to express my emotions and share these feelings with the world and hopefully make them feel someth...
