Saying goodbye that day was difficult,
but not nearly as bad as it would be now.
I gave you the last hug I thought I might ever give to you
and you slipped a kiss upon my head.

We were only friends for a couple of months
but it was still hard to let you go.
Off to New Mexico the Land of Enchantment
or Land of Entrapment as you called it.

You always found a way to make me smile.

We would text at least once a week,
but it was still much different than seeing you in person.
Eight months had went by and I missed you like crazy.
But there was nothing I could do.

One evening you sent me a message,
and you asked if I could keep a secret.
I promised that I wouldn’t tell a soul.
A few minutes later my phone lit up and it was you.

“I’m coming home,” you said.
My heart was pounding out of my chest.

I wasn’t sure why I felt the way I did.
Maybe I liked you as more than a friend,
I just wasn’t sure. I was confused.
All I knew is that I missed you.

You were my brother’s friend though.
I shouldn’t like you,
but I do.
Would my brother be mad?

All I know now is that it was worth finding out.
Here we are almost two years later.
My brother loves me just the same.
And I get to wake up to those beautiful blue eyes every single morning.

You are now trapped with me, not New Mexico.