I love you,
not in the romantic sense, I don’t want to date you.
I just love you in the way
that I get tingles in my chest when I see you
and laugh with you.
The way I love you
is a nervous kind of love,
a cute little laugh over a steamed cup of coffee
kind of love.
The kind of love that made me think maybe this relationship bullshit
isn’t such bullshit after all.
Maybe two people can bare their souls to one another
and not be burned alive in the process.
I feel lighter around you,
lighter than I ever have
in my fifteen years on this Earth.
I want you to be
my partner in crime
for the rest of our lives and
it physically pains me to think
we won’t be by each others’ side in three years.
I hope we never grow apart
and although I know that it’s unrealistic to think that
I still can’t help but wonder
what if I never have another best friend like you