I was ecstatic when our worlds merged.

I was hoping to fall madly in love with you. Which I thought for a while I was.

Now I think I do. But it's a love of a different kind. A love borne out of deep respect and friendship. Which I'm really grateful for, because I'd still have you. You'd be under an entirely different heading, but that's fine.

I just hope this feeling akin to my heart leaping out of my chest every time you grace me with your whole attention fades in time. Because when a lot of people are around us, your singling me out in a crowd makes me feel so shiny and whole. And I'd spend days under the dim lights, on that stone bench, scratching at mosquito bites, just to be with you.

But enough, now. Because I can never give you what you need. So I'll settle for your friendship instead.