Only if you could romanticize friendship, the way you do with romance, with my eyes, my messy hair and what not. Only if you could sit and laugh with me more often, the way you do, in absolute silence, absorbing each bit of me. Only if you could be a kid around me at times, rather than always being the extremely matured one! You know, only if you could trust me with the child inside you. I know there's one, silenced within. Only if you could hold silly fights with me, for no reason, and show me what being consoled and convinced and pampered feels like. Only if you could ping me once in a while just to say how terribly stupid you were that day or how utterly unruly people are around you. Or just to ask what I ate maybe? We don't always have to have conversations, only when it's something serious, now do we? Only if you could confide in me enough to act like an idiot around me, at time! Or maybe that's something you aren't and never can be? I don't know!
That's the issue here! I just don't know! Not even after all these years of knowing your presence, your appearance, your maturity! Not even now, when you are right here, beside me, smiling at me typing furiously into my notepad! Why don't you ask me, what I am typing? Why do always have to create the space that isn't needed in between us? I know, I have always claimed to be craving a certain boundary of personal space! But I never needed this much of space, not so much that I can't reach out to you at all! You would know, if you talked to me about it! Or just talked about matters, silly, unimportant matters, that add these tiny bits to us, that make us the people we are! Only if you could talk about it! To me! Directly! Without hints! Fuck the hints, man! (Continued in comments section below 👇)