Romantic to Platonic

Romantic to PlatonicI was shouting in an alleyway about how I wish I could understand and be closer to my girlfriend, when a homeless man drinking watermelon wine shouted at me and snapped his fingers.  I was now my girlfriend’s best friend instead of her boyfriend and was enjoying a typical weekend with her.  My mannerisms, memories both began to fade away as I enjoyed and accepted my new life and became closer with the girl I loved.  I still love her even now, just platonically.

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