I quite like you. But as you’ve never given any sort of indication that you’re into me it will continue to be one of those unrequited crushes on my side. That’s okay.

It absolutely thrills me to see your name pop up online. I like the way you think, the things you say. I feel like I’m the best version of myself with you and it makes me sad that there are things standing in the way of more.

You feel like an unanswered question. There was something there and then it got interrupted. And I don’t mind saying (anonymously) that I think about what it would be like to explore all those unspoken things, all those things we haven’t done together. That makes it sound like I’m daydreaming about us having deep philosophical conversations but don’t be mistaken. My mental image is one of naked bodies crashing against each other with mouths and tongues and fingers everywhere.

Would you just ask to meet me already? Stop hinting around it and just tell me a date and time. I’ll say yes.

For whatever reason, my heart has decided to hook itself to you. Most days I’m okay with it. You’re funny and smart and sexy as hell. You make me feel safe. You do things to my body and it all feels so good that I swear sometimes that I’m in love with you. Some days I believe that. I just wish it were easier to tell you how I’m feeling, what I need from you. To understand your reluctance to open up to me.

We aren’t friends that talk or message all the time but I feel a deep kinship with you. You’re my people. And your encouragement and belief in me more than my own makes me feel bigger, braver. And I’m so grateful to you for that.