We became fast friends in one night and as I lay completely
clothed between you and our mutual best friend I drunkenly dreamt, “ I could
love him.”
I arranged for us to meet to play arcade games once a week.
You taught me to shoot deer and as I cocked the plastic gun with one hand I
glared, “I could love him.”
We drank into the wee hours of the morning until I fell on
your bed and you ran around town with the clink of spray paint and laughter.
Though the drunken mistiness I pondered, “I could love him.”
We rolled naked in sheets and thought no one would know that
when I looked at you across the kitchen every cell was smiling, “I could love
him.”
Adventure after adventure we fell into a common
companionship, when I looked you were there, when I needed you were there and
when I laughed you were there, but I never let myself love you completely. The
arm’s length that I kept you at then pushed you further into, onto someone else
stretched us too far. And now I love you and it’s too late.
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I'm sorry. I know this all too well. But I recognized that the one I could love I learned to love and he's now my husband. I love him all the more.
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