i am in love with you.
i am in love with the way
your eyes
curl into crescent shapes
when you’re happy.
i am in love with the way
your laugh
rings through my ears
like wind chimes on a breezy spring day.
i am in love with the way
your cold hands
fit into my warm ones,
and how you look at me
with reassurance i need
when i’m ready to burst into tears.
but i cannot love you
the way you want me to.
(let me explain myself.)
i am in love with the
thought
of you.
i am in love with the
concept
of you.
i am not in love
with
you.
i love you,
my dearest friend.
i do not love you
as my partner.
and i cannot love you
the way you love me.
i cannot give myself completely to you
because i am not
in love.
(and i never will be.)
—and for that, i am sorry