Dear You, I’ve been thinking through some things (always a dangerous preface to any letter) and found myself thinking about you, and our interactions, and last Friday evening. I have come to the realization that I must be sending you no fewer than a thousand and one mixed signals. So sorry about that. I hope to give you some clarification in this letter. As my verbal communication skills are subpar at best (and Neanderthalic at worst), the written word feels so much more comfortable for me. That said, the letter you hold in your hands retains my honest thoughts and I hope that you do not mind my rather unorthodox (and let’s face it: outdated) methods. The past couple weeks have been wonderful. Getting to know you, pick your brain, and spend time with you has been a gift. You never fail to make me smile, and you seem to have the same sense of humor- sweet spot that I do. I am genuinely interested in you, your stories, and your life. To reach back to Friday, you asked me what I wanted out of ‘this’, claiming that you were not yet decided about it yourself. I answered honestly, saying that I did not have the time to dedicate to a serious relationship and delving into that at this moment would be unfair to the other person involved. Your solution was what I had in mind: that we would continue to spend time together and if it turns into something, then we will meet that when it comes. In my mind this sounded platonic, and I was quite touched to think that you cared enough to be my friend in a rather chaotic moment in my life. And then that (sweet but admittedly awkward as fuck.) kiss transpired, and left me wondering what the hell just happened. We have already established that I like you, that I have liked you, and I swear I will not use the word ‘cute’ to describe you despite the fact that I am thinking it. However, I like you enough that I want to really get to know you, to really laugh with you, to shape with you one of those rare and beautiful bubble friendships that are mythic and that everyone looks for, but only a few get to find. What I am in search of, what I need right now, is a friend. A very good, close friend. A confidant. A wing man. And I’m unsure of what you need, or want, but I am willing to give all that I have described and whatever more you could think of. Conversational banterist? Yes. Dining partner? Sure. Fellow seeker of laughter, a good time, and perhaps adventure? Hell yeah. Shoulder to cry on? Of course. Now, I’m not at all walling out any form of ‘something more’ in the future. In fact, it’s quite the contrary. In all honesty, I would love to pursue something with you, but I don’t think it is the right time. I sincerely hope you will understand why, because misunderstandings really suck. So what do you say to all this, you Bearded and Bespectacled Gamer, you Witty and Wonderful Debater/Raconteur, you Self Proclaimed and Proud-of-it Nerd? Shall we embark for friendship together? I feel like I should be scribbling a little note to be passed between the desks, folded surreptitiously, saying: Do you like me? Check yes or no.
Let me know what you are thinking. Preferably sooner than later? From, Me
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