Happy Shirogane Sunday

I want to live in a log cabin in the woods with Kanye. We won’t ever have sex, but there will be a simmering erotic undercurrent as I stand in the window watching him tighten his ass as he chops wood,shirtless, sweat pouring off his body. I’ll run upstairs and masturbate, the entire time forcing myself to think of women while my thoughts drift back to Kanye. I won’t be able to climax, and eventually I will go back downstairs, angry. Sometimes we will look across the table and catch each other’s eyes, and in that second, anything is possible, but we both deny ourselves and go back to whatever we were doing. One day one of us will die, and the other will bury him outside the log cabin. Then they’ll go inside, pen a brief missive to their departed friend, and commit suicide, never able to deal with life without their one true platonic love.