We claim to have this everlasting bond, a friendship. But how can you expect so much of me? To play a silly girl in your unrealistic world. We have loved, made love even and you continue to hold up these boundaries. An I often catch myself daydreaming about how things could be different in a realistic world. You. Me. Deeply in love. But instead, we survive with the ****** frustration between us. Remember this was always your idea.