You ask to hang out.
Then you're their friend.
Time passes.
You're now close as of
X number of years.
You start developing
A different type of love
For him.
It's not solely intimacy anymore.
You ask him out on a date.
Thing's are blank from there on out.
Never developed a relationship like that either.
But for him, it's lacking passion.
I don't want to depend on him either.
So it's like having an unofficial intimate and commitment spectrum of
Love's theory.
I'm stammering.
And fidgeting on my bed.
Hugging a pillow and for some reason.
Thinking it's you.
Yeah, I'm an idiot like you said.
Maybe, those are your type?
Why am I even having these thoughts?
Probably over thinking it.
And surely it's the passion.
That'll pass in a few months.
But.
As of now though.
Daydreams.
You.
Me.
Wouldn't be so bad.
It'd be cute.
Cause you're cool.
And cute.
