| Your hair falls upon your shoulders, but my heart falls 3 inches, as you cock your head and smile. "Sure, we're just friends," I say, as if I'm okay with that. As if I'm okay with not pulling you close and kissing you passionately and feeling my nose pressed against yours and my cheek against your cheek and my chest against your chest as my lips and my heart strive to reach yours, to hold hands with them for just one moment- but then your voice shatters the dream. "good," you say, with a smile, as if it doesn't bother you one bit, and I'm sure it doesn't, although it's my daydreams that are dying, as you walk along in reality, oblivious of my love for you, as always. |