strangers but friends

Ironic, that we sit on stairs as we take steps forward. Words floating about and others trapped in our heads. We are strangers but you are forever my best friend. I wish you only happiness and success. I wish only to hug you. My walls are built higher, towering between us. I want you to tear them down. Make rubble of each brick I so carefully stacked. You did it once, you can do it again. I will wait. I will sit on these stairs, you beside me, taking steps, because I love you, still.