A sad night

“You’re so beautiful.”
“Like how do you even handle it.”
“You are just so beautiful but you have to wake up and put on underwear just like me and I don’t even understand how that can be handled by a beautiful person”
“Seriously. You know you’re pretty much the only person ever who looked like you, and looking like you is incredible, right?”
“Your face makes me wish I was 16 again so hard my heart hurts, and your personality breaks it in half.”

The last words Kyle ever said to me was his drunk confession. He was a working adult, and I was a high school student. We were from different worlds. It was this night we both realized we could not be friends. We were both incapable of it.

We never spoke again.