Your lips have touched mine before and yet we both woke up in our own respective beds. Separate and still not even aware of each other in the flesh but we have touched elsewhere. I have held you in my arms and comforted you before; you have embraced me and made me know adoration and so much more. Our voices have strung together the ballad of engaging conversation; our hands have stayed locked with one another to show our affection. I have encouraged your dreams and supported your values and you have pushed me to my goals and then showed pride afterwards. And in the end, yes our lips have touched but that is when we must part, for our spirits know each just not our hearts.