But I know people who have.
When you want to be more than just friends with your best friend.
And it makes perfect sense..because people my age tend to want to be more with the opposite sex.
Chest to chest feeling the other breathing.
Yin and yang
Plus and delta
Covex and concave
as you can see...
the picture's pretty clear.
But the drastic potential...of it not working out.
The small breeze of sexual tension twisted into a storm cloud when a fight between friends tastes a flavor different due to the different level of relationship.
relationship |riˈlā sh ənˌ sh ip|nounthe way in which two or more concepts, objects, or people are connected, or the state of being connected
This word, so difficult to explain.
In a relationshipIn an open relationshipEngagedMarriedIt's complicated...
These words don't make it easier to live with this predicament I've described...I've observed.All predicaments make me wonderEven single.So final-sounding a word...so preferred by some.Mourned by othersWhat makes being single so different when all single people do is flirt and wish and wait and catch the guy's eyes they just bumped into?
"He could be the one.""Wear cute pajamas, you never know who you'll meet in your dreams.""Is he the one?"
So we wait. Us single folk. Us not-in-love-with-our-best-friends single folk. And we wonder...what color his eyes will be...in those tempting moments that taste like honeysuckle dessert morsels kissed with sunshine...called daydreams.
I don't know about you, but I dream in color.
This word, so difficult to explain.
In a relationshipIn an open relationshipEngagedMarriedIt's complicated...
These words don't make it easier to live with this predicament I've described...I've observed.All predicaments make me wonderEven single.So final-sounding a word...so preferred by some.Mourned by othersWhat makes being single so different when all single people do is flirt and wish and wait and catch the guy's eyes they just bumped into?
"He could be the one.""Wear cute pajamas, you never know who you'll meet in your dreams.""Is he the one?"
So we wait. Us single folk. Us not-in-love-with-our-best-friends single folk. And we wonder...what color his eyes will be...in those tempting moments that taste like honeysuckle dessert morsels kissed with sunshine...called daydreams.
I don't know about you, but I dream in color.
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