Confusing.
If I had to describe you, I would call you confusing.
But I would also call you kind, and smart, and brave, and beautiful.
Because as much as you confuse me,
I still love you.
And that's the problem.

Confusing.
You confuse me.
How is it that we are but best friends
And yet I care for you deeper than anyone else?
How is that fair?
It feels as if I am letting everyone else down
Simply by loving you without fail.

Confusing.
How can it be that I love you so?
Not an inch of me thinks of you romantically,
And yet what I would give to be with you,
And to cradle you,
And to be cradled by you,
As we communicate through soft touches and gently pressed kisses,
Placed anywhere but the lips.

Confusing.
You confuse me.
How is it that the longer I'm away from you,
The crazier I get?
You would think I'd be used to our separation,
And yet I go mad with impatience every time you are gone.

Confusing.
I'm confused, because the truth is that
I'm scared.
If I poured all my thoughts and feelings about you out,
How would you look at me?
Would you accuse me of loving you in a forbidden way,
A way we promised we would never love each other?
Or would you understand completely, and agree with me?

Truthfully,
I love you so much that I don't think there's room for anyone else.
I love you so much that I feel as if your soul has been
Embedded deep
Into every fiber of my being.
The most sacred of feelings,
And I have it just for you;
But it's not romantic, and it
Never will be,
Not as long as I shall live.

Confusing.
You confuse me.
Because how scary is it that I can so completely devote myself to you,
All for a friendship
That I would carry until the ends of the Earth
Just to make it withstand,
If you asked me to.

Confusing.
I love you.
I love everything about you.
Even if you confuse me.