I'm really happy.
It's odd. And hard to explain. The fact that it's just-friends (or, as he put it, "friends with no strings attached") just makes it so much easier somehow.
I like being a teddy bear.
I'm starting to understand why platonic is perfect.
It's perfect.
I guess I'm just not cut out for having a boyfriend.
Somehow this is the best of all worlds.
*tickle*
Alright, I'm finally convinced that I have the mental age of seven.
And... I'm sorry for all the shit I put you through. I think all I really needed was to be your friend. Thanks for your friendship, even though I didn't appreciate it like I should have.
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