The sweet static white noise
of laughter.
Friends chuckling,
mercilessly,
endlessly.
In the background of my existence;
friends.
To have a good friend.
A friend equal to all others;
a wonderful friend,
to connect with them on the deepest of levels;
on levels unparalleled by sober men,
but,
but you disagree with their
may be perspective
with their maybe a plethora of perspectives.
It's something that reaches beyond perspective,
and kinship.
Something that reaches beyond common opinion
and relation,
these vague things friendship is based upon.
It is a belief;
something that defiles logic,
something you hold dear,
that they disagree with,
it is inconsolable.
It seems to be
a perfect friendship.
A social enigma,
but that thing
that one thing
is what holds back
true bonding
and connection
and ultimate potential
for growth.
That's how I feel
when you say
you cant love me back.