I took my clothes off, slid under the sheets and held you.

Here we are, drifting off, each to our separate dreams even though we’re as close as ever. How beautiful! My dreams’ll come true, your dreams’ll come true, we’ll live them side-by-side though we may be miles, weeks, years, lifetimes apart. This love, this friendship, this understanding transcends all of that existential fluff. I could be eighty and you twenty-five. You could be on your death bed and I a young boy playing in your yard. With or without communication, with or without sheets in-between us, we are. At this point, does anything else matter for us? I think not.

You’ve helped me find my confidence and now it’s mine. No one can take it from me, not even you.

The best part is that you would never try to.

Friend, lover, hero, stranger, girl, no one.

Passion sweeps me away, friendship brings be back.