A friendship can mean lots of mediocre things.
Like cuddling when crying in each other's arms after a sad movie,
or those subtle smiles across the room when just seeing them smile makes you happy,
the eyes that lock against each other and you know what they are thinking of.
Holding hands because you can, to feel that warmth,
not thinking it as romantic but a mutual bond, that surpasses love of desires.
Looking longingly at them with their partner because you're proud of how happy they are. although,
these feelings were just of a boy, a small boy waiting for a friend that feels something beyond love for him.
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Sweet poet
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