Iâve always found that when it came to relationships.. my platonic relationships were held at a high degree. I put them on pedestals that they could never fall from. I saw them as glimpses of golden light peeking through my old red back door in the afternoon. Their laughter was a song I never wanted to end. I always valued what they said as if it meant more than the Bible. I adored these relationships more than my romantic ones.. but thereâs a deep hollow hole that you dig when you look at them this way. Because one day when you canât hear their voice over the background murmur of the busy coffee shop, or see them in front of your camera lens, or laugh until it hurts on the couch. When all the golden light of them being in your life stops.. youâre alone. In a hole, with no voices, no laughter, no comfort. Just you in your hollow shell of a body watching their light touch new people while you continue to sit in your room, listening to the same five songs that have been on your phone for months.. itâs a never ending February where the slow doesnât melt and the sun doesnât shine.
