wonder just what you are.

You showed up in my dream again last night..
I told you that you're my best friend
because,
you see,
you used be mine
and
I consider you one
even still..
Even in this silence.
Even with all these miles between us.
And I fear my head knows:
our friendship is over,
or at least, at an acquaintanceship.
But my heart longs to believe we are still:
best friends
and,
(even more than that)
sisters.
B.C.
Do you not remember what that means?
B.C.?
Maybe you don't.
Maybe you won't.
B.C.
(Bound in Christ.)
I believe we are still sisters B.C.
And I miss you..

P.S.
I wish I didn't have these doubts.
I wish I didn't have to wonder just what you are doing now.
((Wishes by Superchick))