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We’re not in love,
at least not in that sense,
but I do love you
and you love me.
We aren’t romantic;
we don’t go on romantic dates,
no, we’d rather play Super Mario Bros. in his room together,
but we do cuddle
and when I see him, I want to kiss him ‘hello’
and when he goes, I want to kiss him ‘goodbye’,
but not in that sense.
He’s my best friend,
but he’s not just my best friend,
I want us to live together,
I want us to be together forever,
but I don’t want us to get married.
I’m perfectly okay with you dating people
and I know you’re okay with me doing the same;
As long as I’m still allowed to be with you in our own, odd way,
I won’t be jealous.
I’m not sexually attracted to you,
I don’t want us to have sex,
but I love to be intimate with you,
I love holding your hand,
or laying in your arms.
It’s like we’re Aladdin and Jasmine
and The Fox and the Hound at the same time,
I love you,
but not in that sense.
