Danny My best friend is everything all at once for me. Maybe that’s why I forgot. Forgot how she’s my rib. My heart. The blood that flows. My soul; walking on the outside besides me. I have to tell her how I feel. Show her…but… Our fate has lingered—for so long. Our lust has been a ghost; unable to move on in the time frame that we’ve denied each other love. Perhaps it was the open wound our broken families provided us, as to why we’ve clung and continue to cling to each other. Noa. You could say our passion sort of hangs Fire…as if it were waiting for a signal. For all I know it has already come and gone, and it could have been a flashing one, and I would have still ignored it. Avoided it. Feared it. As my best friend and I get older…one of us is moving on and the other isn’t. I’m hanging. But I don’t want to come down. I’ll keep him the same as he’s kept me. Best friends whose lines have been crossed so many times it’s burning red.