I have often wondered how your numbness came about. Could it be genetic? Environmentally induced? Perhaps, I will never know.
You hug me with warmth; I hug back with desire. You lift me with words of encouragement; I soar with love. You look at me with your eyes; I gaze on you with my heart. Every little thing you do means something else to me. This friendship is bittersweet. This feeling is painfully wonderful. You are my miserable ecstasy.
I wish you’d just stop, but I’m addicted to this strange affair. And you always give me something that would keep me hoping this would escalate, that we would escalate. But I fear that we would never.
And so, I will continue to be your good friend, even if it kills me every single day. Every. Single. Day.










