When I first saw you I thought nothing just felt a slight intimidation, something which I discovered later was completely unfounded. As the weeks went by I daren't speak to you other than the reason we were both there. After a few failed or aborted attempts at conversation it was you who finally broke the ice. In what could be misconstrued as harsh (especially if you're me) was actually a caring comment I felt our relationship had finally begun.
The fist time it was just the two of us I was nervous, a whole day alone, what would we do? I don't remember it clearly except for the feeling. Happiness! So much so I've never felt so comfortable. It was easy, no pressure, no expectations, you accepted me as is for which I am ever grateful.
I studied your face, its implicit beauty both striking and subtle at the same time. I feel like I've seen too much I couldn't help but unpick your beauty, note your imperfections and it made no difference. I like you for you aswell and those imperfections are nothing. I shouldn't say anything about physical attributes, our relationship is afterall based on communication. She always calls me out when I'm bluffing and as little as a raised eyebrow from me can produce a giggle in the right circumstance.
It feels good because it feels like it shouldn't be, we could be chalk and cheese but we click and it's great and most importantly for me it can't go wrong because my libido is not involved in any way. Go platonic friends yay.
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