Yearning.

“What?”

I love you. “Nothing.”

“Why’d you stop talking?”

Because every word turns into your name. “I forgot.”

“Are you alright?”

No. Not when you make it so easy to hope. “I’m fine.”

You tilt your head, a knowing smile on your face.

“Don’t lie to me, I know you.”

Of course you do. You know me better than I know myself.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

I want you. God, I want you.

“I swear, it’s no big deal.”

You huff, crossing your arms, seeing right through me.

“What is it then?”

Everything I’m terrified to lose.

“It’s nothing. Really.”

“Why won’t you just say it?”

Because if I say it, you might leave.

“I can’t find the right words.”

Your eyes soften, but your voice sharpens.

“Do you trust me?”

More than I trust my own heart.

“Of course I do.”

A long pause.

“Look at me.”

I’ve never looked away.

“I… I am.”

The truth claws its way up my throat, desperate to be let out.

“What are you so afraid of?”

You. I’m afraid of how much I need you.

“It’s complicated.”

You step closer, curling your pinky around mine.

“And I’m your best friend. Tell me.”

You won’t understand.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Say it.”

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I’m sorry.

“It’s really nothing.”

You nod, something akin to hurt flashing through your eyes.

“Okay.”

Your finger slips away, my last hope vanishing with it.

I can’t.

I’m sorry.

I don’t think I can survive losing you.