It was Monday and you had just responded after a week of leaving me wondering what i had done wrong. you had told me you were an ass hole.

at 10:40pm, sobbing on my couch in disbelief i wrote

“so its just that you dont care about me?”

without skipping a beat you read and replied,

at the same moment, 10:40 pm you said “i dont honestly dont have feelings at all, its not just you.”

On june 16th, i had written this

“so naturally we mold together until everything we feel the other one feels, as though we belong to the same beating heart. you are him, my best friend. everything is natural and sweet. it feels as though no one could ever have felt before what i am feeling becasue this feeling is special, and only between us. its not generic or simple, its complicated and intimate and can only happen once like this. you lay with your head on my chest just to feel my body heat and heart beat, you hold my hands, pull me in tight, cuddle up to my neck, even when there is not one inch between us you still try to move closer, hold tighter, breathe in deeper. as though my body is the one thing that has always been missing from yours. The gray area turns into a gray morning and as usual we wake up entwined. and you leave for work, a silent goodbye. and goodbye is okay. becasue these nights of bliss exist and we are best friends.”