I liked us touching. Holding. N cuddling.
Felt good. Helped another night be better. Better than loneliness.
Wish we had danced too. I know we both wanted to.
Wish I could do it all again.
Friends can be friends… with [some comfort] benefits. Can’t they?
Keeping the emotional shit aside.
We can comfort each other while we wait for better prospects to come.
That sounds awful. I know. But it don’t gotta be.
I know you can forget n move on. Can’t you?
Or maybe friends without the extras.
Whatever. Just don’t stop talking to me.
I like u as a person, friend and wing man.
Don’t be gloomy.
I know things can be overtly difficult, but they don’t gotta be.