first night as friends

we both tasted the tension.
the darts that flew out of my eyes as i touched your wrist,
you could see my brain thinking “why didn’t you make a bracelet with my inicials on it? why does she mean so much more to you than i ever did?”
i felt your eyes reading me.

so we hugged in the hall, like all those times,
taking steps away from everyone around us (those were the only times you broke away from all the other people calling your name)
and when we said goodbye, it took so much willpower
not
to
lean over and
kiss you.

and my breathing got fast, and your eyes were green.
but i know better. its been over for months now:
turn
and walk
away quickly.  this is what friendship is all about.

i have to confess though: it felt nice to remember those dreams.