Those Three Words

It's weird to think about her sometimes

as just a friend

when she's so much more to me

but at the same time

I find myself

stopping

and keeping quiet

-

I know that it's not wrong

that'd be naïve

To say it's platonic is right

but at the same time, it's not

I know I'm

afraid

and I know she understands

but I wonder if it hurts her

when I can't bring myself to say

those three words

-

she's my haven when nothing else is right

she's my warmth when I find myself cold

she's my eyes when I'm blind

she's the patience I don't deserve

she's the light in this dark world I see

she's the one who healed me

yet

I can't even think

those three words

-

we've been through a lot

me and her

the ups and the downs

and everything else in between

sometimes

I find myself thinking if we're on level ground

and instantly regret

but she

she still forgives me

and I find that memory of her

and those three words

-

I wonder if it hurts her

when I stay quiet from her kind words

I wonder why she stays

when I have nothing compared to her

I wonder about the day

she won't forgive me

I wonder if there's anything

that I can give to her in return

but everywhere I turn

I'm not satisfied

-

if I can't bring myself to say those three words...
if I can't be satisfied with giving you all the gifts in the world...

if I can't show you the way you've shown me...

then I'll settle for these three words

Thanks for everything.

A/N: Something I wrote a long while ago. It's to a friend of mine that I care about a hell of a lot, but I never seem to be able to tell her how much I do. So, I figured why not fruitlessly write it? Not much to this piece. Feel free to say what you like except for harsh critiques. It's personal, so just refrain from pointing out my most likely many mistakes.