Alías
We used to call ourselves friends, but no one believed it. Our relationship was never clear. We avoided touching words, drowning in details. He knew when I turned off my phone without telling him, And I knew when he smiled out of courtesy, and when his eyes hid silent disappointment. People around us wondered: "Why don’t they confess?" "And why don’t they leave if what’s between them is unbearable?" We laughed, lied, swore we were just friends. But we didn’t convince anyone… not even ourselves. Between us, long gazes, and even longer silences. Jealousy we never admitted, boundaries we broke then redrew. Whenever one of us came closer, the other retreated in fear, And whenever one decided to leave, the other held on without saying “stay.” We were not lovers. But we were not friends either. We were something third… nameless. And perhaps, without a future.
About Alías
We used to call ourselves friends, but no one believed it. Our relationship was never clear. We avoided touching words, drowning in details. He knew when I turned off my phone without telling him, And I knew when he smiled out of courtesy, and when his eyes hid silent disappointment. People around us wondered: "Why don’t they confess?" "And wh...Read more