I don’t love you romantically,
Though longing pulls me apart.

We aren’t together, and that’s not so bad.

When we’re not talking, I wonder
Where you are, what fills your day.

If I picture the future’s canvas,
I don’t see us side by side.

Still, I ache for you to know
My love for you is real inside.

I’d rather see you happy—even if
It means you’re with someone new.

Jealousy bites, but in truth remains:
I want the best for you.

You are cherished, deeply cared for.

I love you, just not like that,
My heart is yours, nothing more.