I messaged him out of frustration, he replied in concern,
I was bold and talkative, he silent, observant in turn.
I deviated, said nothing, he created the path clear,
Worth hating, he chose love, in the midst of my fear.
I pushed him hard, hoping he'd leave my thoughts, depart,
Regretting, I reached out again, a second chance to start.
Our friendship bloomed anew, but I remained a mystery box,
He sought the key, my reaction, to shove him, paradox.
He accepted, left without warning, respecting my plea,
Yet when I asked to be friends once more, he agreed, carefree.
But a warning lingered, he never initiated, I tried in vain,
Realizing, I decided to be silent, observant, to refrain.
In the end, I held our friendship, the burden mine to bear,
Delighted yet burdened, it seemed, in the silence we shared.
