I slowly lulled myself to sleep. Merely inches away from your body, was mine, our breaths synchronized into a harmonious in and out. We talked into the ungodly early hours of the morning, you and me. You told me that you fell in love with your best friends. First one, then another. All so very invested in you. But obliviously, you didn't notice the fallacy in your statement. As if I wasn't your best friend as well. As if I wasn't invested in you as well. As if I didn't love you as well. I guess I dismiss the comments as easily as I dismiss the beats of my heart that beats for you. Falling in love with your best friend is easier than explaining why you don't talk anymore. Falling in love with your best friend is easier than having to find excuses as to why you can't hang out. Falling in love with your best friend is easier than having your best friend fall in love with you. But it's so much harder than staying quiet. And so, in the silence of the night, a second silence arises. The absence of my voice, the absence of my thoughts are almost as loud as the music of the dawn. I just wish, that my heart would be as silent.
