we’re not quite lovers, so I tell everyone we are just friends, it’s easier that way. We hang out alone. He’s met my friends, he calls me all the time and sometimes for a moment I’ll catch him looking at me with a little too much love in his eyes.

But where just friends he makes sure to tell me that regularly. He doesn’t want me to get the wrong idea, I try not to but when he calls me I pick up and when he needs someone to talk to I’m there. And when he needs a ride somewhere, I’m halfway out the door with the keys in my hand. when I left for school, I thought he might beg me to stay, he didn’t of course because we are just friends, I only see him when the sun goes down

I sometimes wonder if we will sit on this like forever, the line between lovers and friends, I think I crossed it somewhere, I think he did too but he won’t admit it. I think we both want the same thing…to feel loved