Maybe I can’t have you, but I can cherish you. I can map the way your eyes crinkle when you smile back at me. I can memorize the quiet trust in your voice, the sincerity of your concern. I can cling tight to the moments we get to be alone. I can pretend I never had an ache for more.
Maybe I can’t have you, but I can get to know you, perhaps better than anyone has in a long, long time. I can tease you like a little sister. I can look up to you like you’re a big brother. I can side with you like family, and I’d go to war with you like a comrade.
Maybe I can’t have you, and maybe that’s for the best. I think I can make do with loving you in all of these other ways