I don’t see him everyday. I don’t talk to him all the time and yet he’s always in the back of my mind. It’s not love. I don’t know him that well, but he feels like home.
In a world that is so cold and hateful, he makes me feel loved. I haven’t felt loved in a long time. It’s crazy to think that this one person could mean so much to me, even though I barely know him.
His smile is so contagious. His laugh gives me butterflies. I’m certain that we were meant to meet. We are two people who were meant to change everything we think we know about being appreciated.
I appreciate him. It’s not love. He makes me feel the ‘warm fuzzies’, not in a sexual way. My feelings are strictly platonic, but I must admit, when we’re apart, I can’t wait to see him again.
My friend, you are so dear to me. If only you knew that to me, someone who has felt so unloved and so unwanted, you are so special and you fill the void that has plagued my heart.
My friend, this is for you and the sad thing is that you will never know just how dear to me you really are.
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