Are you just friends, or...?
There is nothing ‘just’
about it.
I read a line somewhere[1] that went “I love you like
a depressive loves hypomania,” and
I love some people like that,
like a craving,
a drug,
a need to be ever closer even when we’re right next to
each other.
romantic love.
But em, em I love like
a cup of hot tea
after a long day of freezing with a
sore throat.
Ey loves me like
shutting the door
on a loud party
ey was kind of enjoying.
Things were all right before
but with me it’s
oh
thank heavens
here
we are.
home.
To summarize:
Would I live with em? Yes.
Would I marry em? Yes.
Would I walk down the street holding hands with em?
Yes.
Would I defend em in a heartbeat? Yes.
Would I drop everything for em? Yes.
Do I have romantic feelings for em? No.
Does ey take my breath away with sheer beauty and how
much I love em? No.
Do I yearn to be always, ever closer, to touch, to
hold, to kiss em? No.
Do I feel the need to ask eir permission to date
someone? No.
Is ey the person I want to tell first when something
good happens, and the first person I go to for comfort when something bad
happens? Yes.
Is ey the person I call when I need help? Yes.
Is ey the person I have real, concrete plans not to
lose after graduation? Yes.
Is ey my partner, in every important sense? Yes.
