"Soooo, when are you two getting together?"
I would roll my eyes, looking agitated by that question, after it had been asked for the 100th time... And, every. Single. Time. My heart leaped, overjoyed that people saw what I thought I was only imagining, time, and time again, my reaction never changing, roll my eyes, look annoyed and 3 simple words "we're just friends".
It never changed, rehearsed, hoping they couldn't see through my pained reply, because the real, simple, answer was...
I do not know, if we're "just friends", they're a friend, one I dream of and one I think of, one I seek contact from and reassurance
one I long to be held close by,
someone who I have pondered the thought of the taste of their lips for too long,
aching for their touch,
the slightest brush of their hands setting off the butterflies that settled within me from the second my eyes connected to theirs, but yes, we are "just friends", I haven't lied, I just didn't answer your question,
maybe one day, maybe one day I'll answer that question the way I want too, with 3 simple words, those words seem to be a bit harder to swallow, maybe one day my heart will no longer ache at that question, I'm hoping soon, those 3 words keep nearly escaping my lips...
I love you
