I think of friendship in terms of love.

You never let things go unanswered for too long. Emails. Phone calls. Questions. As if you know the waiting is the hardest part for me.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

motif, n. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you.

Every two people cause and intersection. Every person alters the world.

It's the way you say thank you like you're genuinely thankful. I have never met anyone else who does that on a regular basis.

I will be the one to leave you.