20th Century Boy

Sometimes I wonder if I would still love you platonically if you were 10 years younger.

Would I treasure our conversations at 2am in a different way? Would I be even more unhinged by your silence? Would people stare at us less when we are together? Occasionally I can almost see their foreheads knot in confusion as they pick away at us like vultures, determined to extract the root of our relationship. It's sad how they'll never be able to see the way our minds meld as one.

I honestly dislike who you are with. I feel she doesn't deserve you, with all your kindness and patience. I wonder if she can make you happy, and something tells me she can't.

Too bad I'm 10 years too young, and you're 10 years too old.