when I asked why we are always on different pages,
why we can’t ever get it right at the same time
he said because we are like a comet
that comes by every six years.

when I asked why he put his arm around me
he said because it was comfortable,
because I looked cold.

when I asked why he kissed me in my bed
he said he was acting out of lust.

when I asked why he whispered the sweetest words I’ve ever heard
he said he was just confused.

when I asked why it wasn’t me
he said because it was her.

when he asked why I still want to stick around, why I don’t hate him.
I said because you are my best friend,
the only person I share my chocolates with,
the only person I let have the last sip of my strawberry milkshake.
but what I really wanted to say was

because I am falling in love with you, you idiot.
so deeply fucking in love with you.