Platonic
03 Mar 2009It has always been the question:
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“Is she your girlfriend?”
Whenever asked, we just laugh.
“We’re just friends.”
It was the constant answer.
And the truth, too.
The truth was
I used to want to be that girl.
The one you’d hold hands with,
The one you’d spend hours talking on the phone to.
The one you’d give flowers to.
I wanted you to be the guy
Who I’d cook for.
Who I’d make cute scrapbooks for.
The guy I’d stay all night with just talking about everything.
Then again, I realized
I had all of that.
And possibly even more.
(Yes, I’m looking at you, relationship complications.)
So, what are we?
We’re friends.
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Tags: 62, first person