#oouuu

the tragedy of falling in love with someone that you know you can’t have. more than best friends but not quite lovers. if a stranger were to see us walk down the street, they’d assume we were together. just two girls, fingers intertwined and not a single thought in worry in our heads. friends question our friendship, asking themselves, “what friends sleep in eachothers beds? what friends kiss eachothers faces and hold eachother in public?” us. we do. yet it hurts not being able to grab her face and kiss her beautiful lips and call her mine. it hurts so bad seeing her rant about her crushes and what she wants in life, knowing if she gave me the chance i’d treat her better and more. i’d devote all my time and life to her, wishing nothing more than to die next to her. it hurts knowing that in this universe i can’t have her, but maybe in the next one. but why not now? why can’t i hold her in more than a friend way? why do my kisses to her mean nothing? when i say “i love you” i mean it. i mean that i am in love with you. and to her it means nothing more than a loving gesture. when we walk along the empty forest i think nothing more than to confess to her, to fall to my knees and grasp her hands, begging her to let me love her. i’d drop everything in this world to bask in her sun, to stargaze her stars. to watch her moon rise and her sun set. to her, we’re are soulmates that are meant to stay friends. to me, she’s my soulmate that i am meant to live and love for.