merely platonic.

"Are you completely sure you're not Bi or something?"

"No Genevieve, I'm not Bisexual,"Rolling my eyes, at the tiresome question, I sighed.

"I just have a deep deep strange love for her, that's definitely not an infatuation."

I smiled at her, standing there laughing with her classmates, textbooks clutched a bit too tight, her cute dimples teasing her pale frosty cheeks.

"It's merely, Platonic."