Who am I?
No this is not something short of existential, rather something much more personal.
Human I am.
Romantic at heart.
But. Who am I?
I am definitely am not one.
I cannot be one to you. That thought is woefully ridiculous.
Who am I to you?
To me, I like to imagine a ring on your finger.
Of course this comes from an utterly ******* romantic freethinker.
To you.
My hand is extended for friendship.
Always.
But some days.
I daydream, I daydream of so much more.
Where I am among your closest friends.
Where I can call you nothing short of a best friend.
To you.
Who am I?