Poetic bullshit

Friends?

She's great.

No, we're not related. No, i'm not in love with her. No, we're not "doing anything".

She's just great, okay?

I want to be friends. She talked to me, and even though i don't talk much, she loved being around me. I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking about it. She just wants be by my side and do what she can.

I help her out, too. She has trouble with things, but she knows i'm better at them. I don't mind all too badly, i don't have much to do anyways. She's always grateful, even if she doesn't say it. I know.

We played together. She showed me Neko Atsume on her tablet, she's got almost everything unlocked. She let me put out some of the toys for the cats. We talked about something called "Fallout shelter" and she told me about the new update coming. It's not very fun, but that's ok, she likes it and it's her game.

When she was scared, and she didn't know if she was going to die, we laid together and started writing. She liked the way i worded things. I liked the ideas she had. We should write together, more often. We both agreed on that, even though she was having trouble speaking.

I'm here for her, and she's always here for me. I don't know a single time i've been without her.

When i couldn't feel anything, she said it was okay. She didn't push me. She was just there, and she understood. We hugged the cat, together. We laid in bed together, until her grandma kicked us out so she could go to bed.

We don't talk a lot. But, do we need to? We just sort of know, i guess.

I just want to be her friend forever and ever. She's the best friend i've ever had. You can love someone, and it doesn't have to be romantic, you know? I love her like a sister, and a friend, and i just never want to be with anyone but her. I'm scared that people are gonna call us crazy. I'm scared that people are gonna try and tear us apart.

I'm scared that one day, one of us is going to say something, and the other just isn't going to respond anymore.

That happened once. It was terrifying.

She's a good reason for living. But... Am i?

This is garbage, of course not.