walking side by side we talked for what seemed like hours about our music taste, song acting as a comfort little else could provide
texting late into the night about our deepest insecurities, seeking comfort in each others flaws
stressing over the same assignments, being in the same class we could understand the other’s pain
sitting in silence in each other’s presence, words not an effective enough tool to communicate
holing up inside on nice days because the outside world sometimes felt too much a burden to bear
memories being made in the most mundane of places, because you need only another presence to make it exciting
life is a lot, a burden, a mess, but it is a blessed and beautiful one with you
i can relish in the highs and lows of it
i am not in love with you by any means, but i certainly love you,
it feels as though we are twin flames, one soul split into two beings, you understand and listen in a way no other has
i suppose life is beguiling in that way, where the love you cherish most is not the sort of romance many people seek out all their lives
our love has blossomed among our wounds and shortcomings, in the minuscule moments that fly by
it is not a heartbreaking dramatic romance, in fact it isn’t even a romance at all,
purely platonic, it is simple but it is true,
our little love
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