Little Stories

We were best friends

We were best friends.
She was my soulmate and I was hers,
but not in a romantic way.
Or at least that's what I thought.
We always spent a lot of time together.
Without necessarily doing anything.
Just being with her brought me peace.
And she told me that the same thing happened to her.
I didn't like physical contact.
But I let her hug me because I knew she liked it.
One day she told me that she really liked kissing people.
I laughed.
She was drunk.
She tried to kiss me.
I laughed again.
She was lying on top of me.
It was strange.
But I thought it was because she was drunk.
The next morning I told her that she had tried to kiss me.
She laughed and told me she didn't remember.
She was lying, but I believed her.
Shortly after I started dating a girl.
It was perfect.
I told her.
She told me that she was very happy for me.
She started dating a boy.
I didn't like him very much.
He didn't treat her well.
One day she came to my house crying.
She told me that he was a monster.
We hugged in my bed.
She tried to kiss me again.
This time she wasn't drunk.
I looked at her lips for a moment.
But I thought about my girlfriend.
I gently pulled away.
She looked at me embarrassed.
I didn't want to hurt her.
But I couldn't say anything.
I didn’t see her in a couple of weeks.
We had never been apart for so long.
I was worried.
I called her mother to ask if I could come see her.
Her mother told me that they were on vacation in another country.
Two months passed.
I had broken up with my girlfriend.
She came back.
We met at her house one day.
She looked different.
She didn't hug me like she did before.
It was strange, but I missed it.
I asked her why she had tried to kiss me that day.
She told me she was in love with me.
My world stopped at that moment.
I stayed silent.
-I love you…
-But as a friend
She answered.
We stayed silent.
We hugged again.
But it wasn't the same.
Not knowing that I couldn't reciprocate her feelings.
I decided to walk away.
I went to Italy.
I started living there.
I dated a girl for almost 5 years.
It was wonderful.
Everything I could dream of.
But something was missing.
It didn't feel well.
It didn't feel like it was with her.
I returned from Italy.
I was going to see her again after 5 years.
I was very excited.
I bought her flowers.
I knew she loved them.
I dressed up for her.
Although I never usually dress up.
We hugged each other.
It felt like before again.
I felt at peace next to her.
She never told me if she liked my flowers.
But I think so.
Because right next to her tombstone tulips sprouted.
My favorite flowers.