The pursuit of Lov3

So here is a poem I wrote and sent to my best friend a few days ago. I thought I loved him but now I know I don't because when he said he feels like I am still his best friend and nothing more. I didn't die. the world didn't stop. I was numb for a few days but I still lived. For a long time I felt that if his answer was no then the world would stop somehow. I know this sounds crazy but I don't have to explain myself. There is a letter that comes with this poem but I'm not going to post that.

The Truth.

Describing you is trying to describe true love
The sight of you is like having a cold glass of lemonade after childbirth
Wisdom lies in the creases beside your eyes
when you smile
when you wrap your arms around me
I feel like your angel inside God's gate, untouchable
Your lips probably feel like beach waves
caressing my body on a 102 degree summer day
All the similes, metaphors, comparisons
I can write about your
looks
will mean nothing
Because even if I was blind your voice would
lead me to your humanity
and my soul will wrap around your sanity
These words may sound insane but this is
the only way I can explain
Your my north star through these waves of faces
You are my
To Be
to my
Not To Be
I want the best for you
I want to be here and there
then and now for You
I want to be yours
wifey. homeslice (lol). cool side of the pillow. hot fudge on top. day dream delight.
my vocal cords are muted by this unfamiliar situation
your uncharted thoughts that
both frightens and excites me
I love you.
I don't know if its the hypnotic. tongue tied. sensual. the one. yearning. love.
or friendship love
All I know is that I want to spend the rest
of my life with you either way so that
has to be love.