when people ask me about my experience with love, I tell them about you. at first, they seemed to think I misunderstood the question, but in reality, they misunderstood my answer.
“That’s not the love I was talking about”, they say, but I continue to tell them of you. my lack of romance and love with boys is surely there, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t experienced love. maybe it’s not the “love” they were thinking. the “love” that brings heartbreak and betrayal. no.
I told them of us. of how I can give you my heart and my soul and you would protect it with your life; and I for you. I tell them how not a day goes by that we don’t talk. I tell them that we’ve cried together, laughed together, and been angry together.
I tell them how we’ve grown together, how we’ve matured together. “What if she’s no longer there? then what happens?” they ask. I simply laugh in their face. it becomes apparent that they have never experienced what we have; this love. this love means forever; infinity. this love is not ephemeral.
I used to think platonic soulmates were fake and made for movies, but then I met you and everything changed. you are forever my platonic soulmate.