cellar door.

“We are friends and maybe we shouldn’t be lovers. But I can’t stop the quake of my heart every time I see you. I cannot stop the pitter patter of my heart when you say the things you do. I find safety in your laughter. I’d give anything to call you mine. This may end bitterly but I believe it is worth the try. We are friends and we act like lovers. Arguments like a couple, jealousy sheltered. We throw love songs at one another as gentle reminders. We blow kisses and hold one another past the line of a friendship. We write such words describing our love so pure, the aches, the anger and the pain. You’re the only one I want to be calling me when the phone rings. We are friends and we are lovers. I’ve never shared my soul with another the way I do you. I’ve watched you grow out of the links that chained you and rise into something greater and new. I am your friend and I am in love with you. I don’t know if next time I see you I can stop myself from kissing you. I don’t think I can swallow all the things I’ve wanted to say any longer. If you missed anything, there are three things that need to be made clear. I am your friend, I am your lover and I am in love with you.”