'JR': Number Four

When you put your arm around me last week, I leaned into you almost instinctively, silently rejoicing in the fact that someone had bothered. One hand rested on my shoulder, the other found its way to my left hand and interlocked fingers. 

For the next few days, I tried to remember the feeling. The feeling of warmth, the feeling of someone caring.

We've hung out at least twice a week since we came back for the new semester. We've talked everyday since we started chatting. 

And I still don't know how I feel about you.

Oh, I love being friends. I love the jokes we can make, the Doctor Who references I can drop, the nerdy things we both enjoy. But romance isn't there. At least not on my part. "But wait," you say, "what about the cuddling?" Don't tell me you don't like someone holding you--that you don't like the feeling of someone caring. 

I've definitely enjoyed being friends with you. But I haven't fallen in love. Not yet. I don't even know if I've fallen in infatuation.

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[Letiel Naynarou]

You're CUDDLING now?

[Kyari Hasutto]

I'd prefer you not say anything to parties that we both know.