Limbo

Him and her.
They were as they have always been... Or not. Something was a bit different, but neither wish to acknowledge it.
We are friends. So they said, but in their hearts, they have crossed the borders of friendship. Families have wrecked hell when they found out him and her, together. They were unapproved. Therefore, they give up. We will be just friends.
How? When deep inside, you long to see each other so much that it hurts. How? When just being with you makes the world brighter.
We are just the bestest of best friends. She smiled and looked at him. He did the same. In sync.
She told me quietly, I have never regretted, however short those days were. Because we have truely loved then.
They were probably buying time. Able to spend even a minute more by your side, able to breath in your smile for one more hour, able to drink in your voice for one more day. Until the day they graduate, until the day they part ways. Until the day when a choice had to be made.
I met them one day. Two people walking side by side, a tall dark figure contrasted by a small fair one. They were going off to study together, walking slightly apart, each hugging their own textbooks. The light threw their shadows on the ground, hand in hand, close to each other.