My Friend, My Inspiration
I love her more platonically than I could love anyone romantically.
I love her laugh, her smile. It lights up even the darkest days. I love her goofiness and her energy, and everything about her personality.
I notice when her smile drops really fast, or when she doesn't have her energy. I notice when she isn't okay. At least I think I do.
There's too many things she doesn't say. Things she doesn't trust anyone with. But I wish she would just tell me the things she can't say. I wish she would come to me with her problems. I would try everything in my power to help her. I wish she could see that I'm right here for her. Waiting and waiting everyday.
When I look for friends, I look for people like her. The same energy, the same personality. Maybe that's why I have no friends.
It hurts that we live so far apart. It hurts that we only meet every 4 years. It hurts that I can't do things with her, like go to the mall or get coffee. It hurts because everything I do, I wish she was here with me. Her energy makes even the most boring tasks, fun.
She means all these things, and she'll never know.