“I can’t love you the same way you love me.”
We sit on the cement steps of the bowels of our dorm. Fourth floor’s staircase.
“Who says you can’t? I love you as a friend. I love you because you’re you, and I know I’m not myself now, but one day I’ll be me again. And just because we were one thing once upon a time doesn’t mean we can’t keep evolving.”












