To be, or not to be in love.

I had never before believed that you could CHOOSE not to fall in love with someone. That you could keep the deepest feelings at bay. That you could control the feelings to where you knew they existed, but would never allow them to be significant. That is, until I met you.

We would never be able to pretend we were ‘just friends.’ Thinking of each other a little too often. Closing our eyes, daydreaming, as to feel each other’s touch.

We are permanent, our souls entangled in some sort of way. It was a comfort we would never admit. Being just two people who would never be in love.

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