Best Friends?

The poem

The glow of the screen burns at my eyes, reminding me of your presence, as I sit in the dark, not alone, but not quite together as well.
I see you in person and I feel a rush, an undeniably right feeling. It’s joy and it’s attachment, sprinkled with a bit of peace. Everything will be alright when I’m with you.
How do you make me feel like this? I simply can’t articulate how I feel when I’m with you. My one and only best friend, and the feeling is mutual. It feels like forever.
We don’t require anything or anything else. No false pretenses, no overthinking every word. Just pure happiness.
When I see you with others, I know it’s not true - but I feel like you drift away. You would rather connect to others than spend your time with me, as if I’m not worth your time. Horrible thoughts consume me, filling the heart that once soared with joy, with self-doubt and disappointment.
You come back to me, and the thoughts stay, but they leave an aftertaste. Even though temporarily they are forgotten, I think back to it, replaying scenes in my head, overthinking what I may have done wrong to displease you. When it gets tough, I think back to you- and try to simulate the same feeling I get with you, but it’s impossible. You’re the only one who can make me happy like this. It’s a feeling of comfort, that someone actually makes time to talk, and puts the same amount of effort into this relationship we have.
I can get carried away, sharing everything with you, but then I observe, you don’t talk about yourself. You hide yourself behind your passions, choosing to talk about superficial things instead. I’m still happy that you would choose me to share yourself with. Thanks to you, the person I’m proud to call my best friend. You make me feel happy in a way nothing else can.

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