I’ve never felt like this before. Ever.

My love for you is totally overwhelming, swallowing me like that biblical whale Jonah once knew. I think of you and I smile. I see you and I smile. We hold each other and I smile. When I leave you it’s with reluctance and I wish I’d never have to. Ever.

When we converse it’s not surfacey shallow crap, but is usually about things that mean something. We don’t gossip. We don’t talk about TV. The movies we like make us think, often alternative in their nature, nothing like the sickly feel-good movies that seem to soar above all others at the box-office. With us, it is about feelings, humanity, and caring. It’s not like this with anyone else. Ever.

With all so right we should be together. Our fairytale friendship should end with, “…and they lived happily ever after.” But when we speak about it, and I kiss you with more meaning, you always respectfully say no. You say you love me, but not like that. I break. It makes me want to kill you. I hope that never happens. Ever.