You are my platonic love, My long-lost other half. But not in the way that First comes to mind. You are my soulmate My twin, my confidant, I could spend The rest Of my life With you.
But not in that way.
I don't have a word for it. Its something more than best friends, but platonic, not intimate like lovers. Soulsister, perhaps. But she can only be described as my Marisol