It's funny, you think, because you didn't know you could feel this way about her – about a woman. And you're not even sure at first, because there's a friendship, and so that might be all this is. You almost convince yourself but for the tingly feeling that bubbles up the backs of your thighs when you think about her, or when she stands near enough, or smiles at you.
It might just be a close friendship, but when you think of your best friend, you don't want to shove her up against the nearest wall and kiss her. You don't want to be between her legs, and you don't think her eyes are the most beautiful pair you've ever seen – so deep you could drown.
There is the friendship, of course, and you hold onto it as tight as you dare, because this is all you'll ever get. You play it cool, never making even the hint of a move, but thinking about how you would give a million dollars to thread your fingers through hers while walking down the street.
Sometimes when she looks at you, smile playing in the corners of her mouth, her eyes hold yours, and you think maybe – maybe – she feels the same as you do. But all evidence points towards the contrary, and you don't want her to figure you out, so you look away, breaking eye contact, only to look back a moment later. Sometimes she's still looking at you, and it makes your heart soar, and it hurts the way only this type of thing can hurt, because she'll never want you and you'll never have her.
a/n: this may or may not become anything in the future, but it was something bouncing around in my mind and I felt I had to get it down. Let me know what you think.