I Know I Don't Know Why.

How could this get any better?


After pondering for a brief second, he realized it simply couldn't get any worse. His situation was firmly planted at the peak. The peak of their relationship, anyway.


He had one of those friends that was really beautiful and wise, but the downside was that the relationship was limited to that of a 'friend' status. If they became 'serious,' it would all fall apart and their relationship would fall from the great heights achieved through years of friendship.


They were truly great friends, but they were only great because they were just friends. If they even spent anymore time together, the balance would be upset, and there'd be no turning back. It would be completely and entirely ruined.


These truths never kept him from wondering, though. They would have long-winded, deep conversations, he would rub her back and they even cried on each other's shoulders. It was everything lovers would do, but he knew very well that they could never be lovers. Their personalities, though agreeable, couldn't handle the stress placed upon them by love. 


The thoughts were limitless, and spurred by her every appearance. He knew the smile she flashed him was strictly platonic and that the parting hug routinely given didn't mean she'd miss him, but that she was sorry to see him go. He knew the tears that so often fell from her eyes were never, and could never, be for him.


He never made a move; he never said a word.


Still he thought;
still he dreamt.