You let people in. You drop hints and tell them who you are — and they listen.
What you say you're angry about. Insecure about.
I want my friends. I want yours too.
They try to coax an answer out of you; one that says you don't care, that you never did.
But I know better than that. I know you better than that.
I know your birthday. Your favorite color.
And how devastated you'd be if you knew that what I feel towards you isn't really anything.
You just don't bore me. I feel heard — investigated. You are everything no one else gets to see.
You are my best and closest friend. I appreciate and love you.
But don't get ahead of yourself.
That can always change.
Stay interesting.