you're growing tired of me. i can feel in your messages. i can feel it in your tone. nobody told me it's ending. our friendship ending. it's been burning blissfully bright for so long with periods of painful dryness. but we always find our way back to each other. in some impossible way you found the poetry i wrote about you. or you couldn't take the subtle hints of infatuation. it's all okay. because i'll be waiting for you when you come back. i always will.
i love you and
i always will.
for C. from you're twin.