MIKO
"Am I a good friend to you?"
Jude is playing with my fingers, as we sit on the couch, not far from each other but still apart. I don't like it, but …
"you said that you wanted to talk to your best friend first, before you talked to your lover," he goes on. "have I been a good fiend to you miko? Have I not been taking care of you, somehow forgotten to be your best friend even when we are ... You know," he shrugs, finally looking up at me.
His eyes are wide, innocent, and teary too, and it makes me want to pull him to me. I feel my heart clenching the longer I look at Jude. He is so beautiful, so, so pretty, and he is mine.
I love him so much, and how much I've missed him over the past few days isn't helping me keep all my emotions from overwhelming me anymore. I thought I had lost him, that I would lose him, and that was too much for me to think about.
So I haven't thought about it as much.
