“I couldn’t keep waiting,” she said.

“Waiting…” I trailed off.

“For you, for us”
She continued,
“I mean I waited for a long time
For you…
I loved you!
I still love you,
More then ever
And yet its somehow
Different.
You are my best friend,
My confidant”

I looked into myself
And frowned.
I was afraid
To be rejected,
Especially by her.
“I’m sorry”
I said, not looking at her.
“I loved you, I still do
But I needed the friendship
More than I needed a lover”

“Bullshit!
You were too damn scared.
We could’ve been great together.
We still are, but not the way
I wanted us to be “

“I guess I’m the fool,
The big loser”

“You…
I cried and died
Each time we parted
I cried before I called you today”
She said and the moisture
Began to occupy her eyes.

“Why?” I begged
As I embraced her,
The only way I knew how.
(The way I always did)
‘The embrace of comfort’
She called it.

“Because there is no hope
Left for us,
We cannot be together,
The way I want us to be.”

“Hope died when you got married”
I said as I felt her
Deepened herself
Into my embrace.

“NO, now there is no hope left.
After today, there never will be
All I have is your friendship,
But I want more than that,
And it freaks me out
Cos I will never get more than that”

“I’m sorry that my friendship
Isn’t good enough”

“I want more than that,
I want to wake up
And know that I belong to you.
I want to bear your children.
I want to grow old with you.
You are the only person
That has ever made me feel
Confident about me.
After all the years
I still love you.
I can’t be yours
And I can’t be with you
The way I want,
You will never know the
Pain I feel,
The cross I bear”

“Is this the end of our friendship?”

“No, it’s the premature death
Of our love,
I’m pregnant”
And her tears
Crashed down
Upon my shoulders,
Rampaging to my heart.