Sentenced love

Accused of love, accused of hate and accused of... deplorably we cannot be close with the opposite sex without any accusations of devotion even if there isn’t, we cannot call each other friends with no suspicion.

“Do you need anything?” “You got everything you want right?” “How come you never called when you arrived, did you travel safely?” “How’s the food, is it bit cold and does it taste good?” “Why didn’t you ask for help? You know I’ll be there for you.” “Your mom did what...? She did that again, didn’t she promise to stop doing that?” “You okay though...?”

Finding love in tongue-tied places; waiting on someone to envy your attention and someone to call you early in the morning, to check up on you or someone to exasperate you in the morning about your attention and accuse you of being distant when they actually envy the sound of your voice. The kind of attention we call and walk around the house when we hear their voice, the kind of attention we feel butterflies when we hear their voice and the kind of attention we desire happiness and joy for.

What could we do when that attention comes from a companion of ours? When we feel those butterflies when we’re close to our companions, when we seek the sound of their voice and when we desire happiness for our companions... is that still friendship or is that beyond?

“How could she...? No... Are you okay?”

Minding our own business and not investing on opinions foes may share, and what foes may think about it. Reaching for the moon while we gaze the stars and staying close while we’re still companions.

There’s a tomorrow or is there a brand new today?

Accused of love, accused of hate and accused of... deplorably we cannot be close with the opposite sex without any accusations of devotion even if there isn’t, we cannot call each other friends with no suspicion.