I shall never kiss you.

It distracted me to hear your friendly voice being extra friendly. Why bother ? We’re good friends already and I feel myself falling in love with your company. It feels good. I am me. But I am never your first choice dammit and you certainly aren’t mine. Still, we look for each other, and we look at each other with the love we won’t confess. Because it isn’t pretty. We are friends first. We know too much of our insides. We are treasure to one another; the home we can always go back to. And it’s frightening to further this bond. It tastes better to prolong the tickles.