DEW

The familiarity of old friendships.

The rush of new-found friendships.

The bitter sweet of broken friendships.

The beauty of love.

I have had friends, I have made memories, I have had good times.

The intoxication that is a crush.

The misconception that is infatuation.

I have been in love, I think.

With you I have traversed the murk that is life.

Holding our hands through friendships, fiend-ships, love, lust, hate, life, birth, death.

Growing insane; our insatiable affection the asylum, the straitjacket that holds us together.

You are dark to my light, the blue to my grey, the low to my high.

I am in love, I know.