She calls me best friend
Every hurt and every pain is referred back to the friendship we have.

Hours never go by without my screen having her name written all across it, amongst others, she stands out.

Heart races and as I cross my finger over the finish line of opening the text just to find out she needs to talk.

This is it.
I’ve played this moment over and over in my head, boy doesn’t she know how prepared I am to profess.... this love

She starts texting and it’s taking a bit longer than forever. Time somehow managed to slow down...

“There’s this guy
He’s a stand up guy
He’s so respectful and he treats me like a Queen.
He makes me feel good about myself and he calls me beautiful too many times to count
I tell him everything and he tells me everything and I’d never seen him in this light but now...”

Man, I knew it
I’m a stand up guy
I respect her wishes almost like they’re mine.
I’ve always seen myself as the King to her Queen. She’s the royalty to dynasty
I tell her she’s beautiful too often to count but if I did.... it wouldn’t make sense to time, because you’d think my vocabulary is only riddled with the phrase, “You’re so beautiful.”

I tell her everything, everything except how I feel about her. I’ve always seen her as a light to my love. That doesn’t make sense but I see the light, and she’s it. I see her...

“He makes me feel safe. I can tell him anything.”
I know. I try my best to make you feel this love.

“He’s handsome and his laugh is so cute and he gets so annoyed with me for saying so.”
She says that all the **** time and it gets on my nerves.

“I feel like I can’t ... live without him..”
And I can’t live without you too....

My response to her text is
“Well, why don’t you tell him...?”


“That’s the thing”, she says...

“I did, and he told me he sees me as just a friend.”

“I guess that’s how you see me too.”

Ends chat...