by Rick Bavera

Created on: February 14, 2011

Our friendship began as just that.

Friendship.

We connected.

We have so much in common.

Similar interests,

But different, too.

We have fun together.

Enjoy each other, 

Enjoy each other's company.

We challenge each other.

We have ideas and interests in common.

And differences, too.

We don't always see eye to eye,

Therein lie the challenges

That help us to grow

And  sharpen our thinking.

Sharing  our joys double them.

Sharing our griefs halve them.

We do so much for each other,

And with each other.

We care for and about each other,

Friend  for friend.

But somewhere along the way,

My love for my friend morphed.

I wanted our friendship to be more.

I ached for a closeness deeper,

Deeper than what we have.

I ached for romance.

And yet, the friendship we have

It is so sweet,

So deep.

How could I desire more?

How could I endanger what we have?

It is a desire for total connection.

For two to become one.

But it is recipe for heartache.

My desire for more is not to be.

It is all from my side of the friendship.

I content myself

With having a dear friend

Who is true

Who is loyal

Who will remain

A deep friend,

But not a lover.

My friendship holds.

And my thanks to you,

My friend,

For being that:

My friend above all.

Beyond all.

We will continue

To encourage each other

Support each other

Challenge each other

Talk with each other

Share with each other

Love each other

But romance is not to be.

And the desire for

Romance must be

Left behind. 

Left behind.

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