“I really want to be friends.”
We’ve both said that so many times, and I honestly don’t know what to say about us anymore; I’ve lost all words, reason, and rhymes.
Because we are just friends.
I know it’s what we both think will cause the least hurt, and we keep speaking it into existence while we brush off any I love you’s that annunciate the wrong word.
I know every friendship looks different but, people always seem to have questions when it comes to me and you.
I’ve been told the way we look at each other is not in a way that normal friends do. I know my eyes linger on you, and now I’m wondering if your eyes find me when you gaze around a room.
But, we’re just friends.
I think we’re rather good at it too. It’s not like we’re playing out a script that millions have tried before us and hoping no heartbreak ensues.
And, I think it’s fine that I love looking at your eyes and finding new shades of blue; surely, that’s just a normal platonic thing to do?
I really want to be friends, because I can’t imagine losing the conversations where you tell me not to worry about the words I said after too many wines.
I can’t imagine losing the feeling that we were meant to meet each other and trade stories, laughing at all the ways we are so very much alike.
So, let’s practice being friends.
We’ll get better at not reading between the lines. I’ll stop smiling when your name pops up on my phone, and you’ll stop looking at me like you’re wondering if things could’ve been different in another life.
just friends - t.k.o












