I love you, but not in that way.
You're a friend. A good friend and nothing more.
We share stories, secrets, laughs, interests, and time.
So much time, yet it isn't nearly enough. Not the same.
Your words come through a screen because you're too far away from me.
But distance doesn't matter. Your face is pressed into my memory and it never leaves.

I think of what could be, but then I stop. Why complicate this?
You're still here for me. You're sweet like that. A true friend.
We have a lifetime to keep it up. We talk every day.
So why do I wonder what you're doing and who you're with more often than I should?
Your choices have nothing to do with me. That's tough. I want them to include me.
But I continue this way because I have some of you. Some is better than none.

I want to be in your life. Really in it. Living it with you.
You're more important to me than I can let on. You'll see through me.
We don't exist as we. There's you. And me. It sounds stupid, but there is a difference.
So I pass the time and try to distract myself.
Your day is the same length as mine. I'd still bet mine is longer.
But we live our separate lives together. It's ok. We're friends and nothing will ever change that.
I love you in that way. The thought makes me bubble with joy and tear up from pain.