my whole world could fall apart. It could crumble and burn and die and yet, through the emptiness, through the deafening silence of life, she would be there, making noise. Her fingers grazing across my knuckles. Her voice is my earbuds at 10 at night. Her sweet smell clinging to my clothes for days. Everything could be broken, and she would be there, holding my hand, loving me, wanting me, thinking of me. And that, that is so beautiful. I know we're best friends and I'm not supposed to think of you that way, but I do. I hate myself every day for it, but I needed to say it somewhere. I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you and you'll never ever know. I know I'm your best friend, and it should never be, but when you stay with me through the dark times, I think maybe. When you touch my arm or hold my hand, I think, maybe. Maybe for real. Maybe this time. But it never is. Maybe I'm delusional, but I'm yours. I'm yours and you don't know it. I love you, for real. Damn, isn't this song just beautiful?
