Him: are we best friends now? Her: sure. Him: so does that mean that we can’t acknowledge our past? Her: of course we can. Him: but then, what do we call this? Her: we don’t know what to call this, because the world hasn’t caught up-to us. When you fall in love with the person and the state of being then you don’t need anything to define it. It becomes a stage where you surpass the titles of best friends and soulmates And just be Because it’s hard to imagine your world without that being Because it’s not your world anymore Him: I don’t get it ! Her: to be honest, neither do I. But I feel like that’s not the point.
Not a poem, just trying to find may way out through words