oh, you think it’s not love because we are only friends? you think this isn’t love? do i not miss her when she’s gone. is her smile not the thing that makes me happy. do we not sit in silence together comfortably. are we both not weird and honest and joyful with each other. am i not proud of her as if she was my blood. right now she’s on vacation and seeing her glowing with the sun makes me so happy for her. i’m sorry if you don’t have something like that; a trust that’s bone-deep, a knowing that you can go for days without speaking and still pick up the place you left off. knowing if you said “help” she’d come running as fast as the wind. but it’s love, you know. found family always is.