I Have This Problem.

"Blank notebooks, filled with empty promises, are being thrown against the walls of dancers and poets and beautiful people that I will never be compared to. Your shirt is on my floor and I don't know how it got here. And I laugh again because, of course, it's just another moment that I have an urge to chuckle at the irony."

(Ex) Best friends turn into almost lovers turn into something much more complicated.
Sometimes the unspoken is what matters the most.