Friends forever I hope

Dear Magic Eyes, 

I want to thank you for the most wonderful time the other day.  I would have enjoyed come to you earlier, but the day was excellent.  The rain put a damper on the events of the day but the scenery outside was magical as we drove a route I had never driven.  It was a mix of dwarf sized BC scenes and scary hillbilly Deliverance territory.  Discovering a small part of Canada, was a metaphor to learning about you.  I enjoyed showing you were I grew up and parts of my favourite places, in this scary boonieland.  

Showing you the ruins and telling you the stories of this area was fun.  The best part was when I brought you up to my room and I showed you love and excitement; Doctor Who and Guillotine.  I loved to see you smile and laugh and get really comfortable around me.  It would be nice if I felt comfortable to touch you; I am getting there.   

That we delayed until it was nearly too late for me to take you home was a complement to how much fun we were having, but I got you home before midnight.  Emotionally, the trip home was the climax of the day.  We were unpacking our luggage that we have acquired in our lives, I showed you my Hawaii shirt and you showed me you clubbing gear, I my sandals, you your nine inch stilettos.  I showed you my axe collection and you your collection of butterfly knives.

When you arrived home we hugged, I lifted you up, my signature move.  

I loved being around you, I loved hugging you, I liked that you could show me what was in your suitcase.  Perhaps my reaction to your stilettos and your knives, the clubbing gear, acceptance and with embracement, is why I feel things have changed.  You complimented my hug, you have been eager to meet with me again, I wish that we had in retrospect.

You don't love me.  I don't love you.  But it might be possible.  For both of us.  I talked about you at work to try to clear the air because the texting that I have been obsessing for and of.  The long courtship, the non-courtship. Continues once a week maybe.  

Friend a person with whom one has a mutual affection that is usually free of sexual relations or family relations.

However, the best lovers are often, always, friends.  

To friendship, may it last forever, through the fall of society and the end of morality.

Yours truly,

Greenpsychopomp