I so much want Dan as a friend. If there is anyone, in the whole of this world, who would actually understand me as a person, it would be him. Every corner of my soul, he has gotten a glimpse of. All the darkness in me, he is privy to.
But it will never happen. We will never be friends. There will always be anger. There will always be such mistrust. And there is the fact that we have a death between the two of us.
And how, when he is the only person to have touched me and from whom I do not flinch away from, can I forget the nights when we sleep together with his face near mine, breathing in, always always memorizing, the scent of his essence?
We will never be friends.