“We’re Bestfriends…”

They say we’re bestfriends. But they touch…boy, do they touch!

Their knees bump as they sit facing each other. Their hands brush lightly every now and then. For assurance… for assurance… they ascertain the lookers-on.

They fear something, I believe. Do they fear that we might speculate? Surmise? Assume?

We can’t help it, you see. Even with objective eyes, we see certain things. We are not altogether blind…

He rubs her back sometimes – back and forth; up and down the length of her lithe back. He intertwines his index finger with the tips of her waist-length hair. It lingers there longer than necessary – his index finger. He looks into her eyes as they speak with one another about things. Their fixed stares bore deeply… they gaze and sear into each other’s soul in search for something.

Hope, perhaps? Do they have a chance?

What we have here… is it something more than friendship?” is his perusal.

What we do here… is there a point?” is her query.

They don’t know yet; no one dares to speak the truth between them. Perhaps they are in denial… Nonetheless, we sense it, but they do not fan the flame.

They hold back.

There’s strain.

There’s tension.

There’s fierce control.

Why is that?

We’re bestfriends, they claim… and keep claiming. That’s the best they could conjure up to call their curious regard towards each other. They both bear back-bending baggages. One comes with an affectionate interest for another; the other comes with a cicatrised heart wound caused by another.

Bestfriends, indeed! We will let them be – touching – just touching. We are here waiting, waiting… for something more – something that might grow. Out of the seeds… out of the electric jolts of attraction and desire, maybe.

I sometimes think it’s lust…

I sometimes think it’s romance…

My ideal self thinks it’s love…

My pessimistic self thinks it’s a temporary outburst of infatuation…

We merely watch and look as he steals a kiss on her nape. She doesn’t budge; it doesn’t seem to bother her. She doesn’t mind that his hands squeeze her arm fat… her knee… her elbow… her shoulder… in a manner too affectionate for a looker’s comfort.

He brushed his lips against her hair and smells her… I blush, but she doesn’t. She seems familiar with this gesture…

He is protective of her. He built his fortress around her – building an invisible fence so no one can enter. Anybody who dares will merely figure out and see and say “Oh, his mark is there! On his lady fair!”

I could only wait and anticipate until one of them is spent and calls for the end.

5 thoughts on ““We’re Bestfriends…”

  1. This is indeed a masterpiece; it somehow touches my heart in different angle.
    I don’t want to speculate but my thoughts about this are vague and unclear. Maybe because I or we don’t know what the real score is. There could be a lot of possible reason why they purposely avert their feelings which is obviously not shown with their intimate actions.
    Maybe they’ve met at the most unwanted and unfavorable time of life. It could be too late. too much late that restrained them to fight for their love , too much late that they cant even do a single thing but to accept that being best friend is the end of the road for them.
    Maybe they’re just forced to hold what they have built already; they don’t wanna stain the friendship they formed over the years, that being together or moving up could set up limitations for both of them.

    Well, I tried to fit the shoes they’re wearing, and then I realized it was just like an easy basic math to solve. BECAUSE I BELIEVE THAT IF YOU LOVED SOMEONE YOU ARE WILLING TO SACRIFICE EVERYTHING. THAT IF YOU LOVED SOMEONE YOU ARE READY TO TAKE RISK , YOU ARE READY TO FACE WHATEVER THE OUTCOME IS SO AT THE END OF THE DAY YOU WON’T WHISPER OR TELL YOURSELF THE PHRASE “WHAT IF”

    PS sorry Im not a good commentator. . I really appreciate your work because this had happened to me before .. more power to you 

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    1. Wow.thanks… i realized this happens a lot to people. It’s some kind of a relationship that’s not easy to define. It’s not easy to “break” it, too because it’s sometimes too beautiful to disregard and not “feel” it when it happens…

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  2. I was thinking of focusing in on someone ‘as a friend and being the best one I can’ who I have this kind of intense chemistry with. I don’t want drama of attraction anymore yet know we are so drawn to each other for some kind of reason. I loved how you spun this in your writing, but I hope as it builds (if it does). No one wishes mine away lol.

    Anyway, beautiful work.

    It stirred something in me..

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