My heart and head are at war.
One says it's romantic, the other says it's platonic, and I'm torn in between.
Have you ever been in a situation like this, where—
You meet a person almost everyday for 18 months+. Your relationship was never romantic during that time, but you still miss their presence even after a year of separation.
During those 18 months you've seen them at their best and at their worst. You've learned how they plan for their future and how they care for others in their own way.
You replay the scene of when you first met them in your head like it's a movie on repeat. That was the first time your heart skipped a beat.
They were the first who were able to inspire you and actually made you look forward to a future where you could be successful.
You still see them on their socials, but it's not the same as when you were so used to their presence. So used to that you could look at them once and know how their day had gone and how tired they were.
The second time your heart skipped was when you saw them in formal attire for the first time.
Your heart was screaming but your brain didn't wish to ruin this relationship, so you listened to your brain and ignored the butterflies until that person had walked out of your life.
Today their sister got married—your relationship was never like one where an invitation was mandatory—and you didn't even have the courage to send congratulations.
Funny thing, they still send you gift money on the most important holiday.
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And that folks is the love story of my life. A story that couldn't even start, let alone being finished.
"When the heart wants to stay, the responsibilities become the obstacles. "
