Your girlfriend was mad.
Jealous.
Possessive.
Terrified.
Of me.
And i laughed.
Quietly.
Painfully.
Because baby̶
we never dated.
we never kissed.
not even once.
We didnʼt even hold hands.
We didnʼt fuck.
We didnʼt cuddle.
We were just friends,
remember?
But she said:
"he never had girl friends before you."
And that̶
that stopped me.
I looked back,
through every party,
every gathering,
every midnight call.
And she was right.
Your world was filled with boys
and silence.
Not girls,
Not connection,
Not talks that run past midnight
about music,
and fear,
and life,
and dreams.
Except me.
I was the exception.
the anomaly.
the friend
with a womanʼs heart
and a womanʼs body
you always came back to
but never claimed.
So tell me̶
was she crazy,
or was i?
Because the world said
we were just friends.
but the way you looked at me
told a story
you never let finish.