Platonic (a)
“a relationship or emotion that is friendly, loving, and affectionate, but strictly not sexual or romantic”
Have you ever come so close to another soul that you could almost taste the love, yet pulled away in fear? The scars of your past were still too fresh, too fragile. And the most agonizing part? They are the one stitching you back together, which makes the thought of falling for them feel like risking the very healing they gave you.
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The tragedy is that you care for them deeply, and they seem to care for you in return. But that mutual kindness only makes it worse, because it breathes life into a false hope that has no real foundation. After all, you didn’t wait around to wonder — you asked them outright from the start, and they drew the line firmly at friendship.
So, platonic is where I’ll stay. It hurts less to hold them at arm’s length than to risk falling for a future they never promised.
You came into my life out of the blue. So fast, so sudden that I wasn’t prepared for the situation. I never offered anything, but I was always ready to listen to you.
When I first saw you again, I was amazed by that smile, you were so good at hiding your pain. But, no matter how well you hid it, I could see it through your soul.
I know I can’t heal you because I’m healing myself too, but I can accompany you to heal even though there are many risks I have to take. Heal, so that you know that you are loved.
Thank you for teaching me how to be strong. Thank you for the lessons. No matter what happens, I still choose you. I am forever grateful for how randomly we got close.
