three thoughts.

more than friends, less than lovers, but definitely not nothing. three thoughts that pass through my mind every time i see that face. the face so carefully welded into my brain. forever in the space between knowing what we are. "friends" who stay on facetime until 6am, study every detail of each other, form bonds with each others mothers. but never touch hands for more than a passing moment, careful enough to not stare into each others eyes for too long to be noticed, who don't speak for months at a time. both in a constant fear of admitting anything real. a complicated, fucked up mess, stuck in a constant loop. the same three thoughts. more than friends, less than lovers, but definitely not nothing.