Things we do and things we don't.

We stay at each other's houses till three in the morning, not talking about anything in particular.

Last night you asked me why my foot was touching yours, and I said it was because I was cold... which I was, but I don't know if you knew.

I've started referring to things said when we're together as "we".

You taught me how to waltz (I didn't know that I already knew how, I just didn't know it was called a waltz).

You nearly knocked me off a ladder, and I nearly knocked you.

We insult each other constantly.

We went for a drink and talked to other people; you didn't speak at me for nearly five minutes, preferring to look at someone else that had travelled to similar places that you had. It was irrational, but I got worried. I talked to people too.

We went to yours and talked to your housemate. I kept staring at your hands.

You made me touch the scar on your leg, but I don't think you like it when our feet touch. I re-plastered your thumb and drew another black ring round your wedding finger, and though I don't believe in anything like that, or even that we'd be together that long, I did like holding your hand in mine whilst I did it.

I feel like I'm constantly being tested by you... and maybe always falling short as well. I know where we stand as friends, but I'm sure that I don't just want to be friends. But I would rather we were friends than entirely awkward. And I don't want you to use Jane Austen lines against me like you did on that other girl.