I got a message from you today...

And I'm waiting to read it until tomorrow. Savouring. Though I shouldn't.

I should open it, reply, get it out of my system. I should tell you that I am gay, and see how you react. Depending on that, maybe I would hold your hand. In the future. At some point.

Everything is boring without you. You probably don't feel the same, because you are a genius who makes proper friends instead of temporary ones. I want to see your photos of me, because you took them. Or commissioned them.

Ugh. Hop over the pond, darling. Sleep on my floor. Chat until we fall asleep, then, in the middle of the night,  come and curl up next to me in my bed. I'll put my arms around you and kiss you and we'll sleep soundly.

I think you're my height, but you're actually smaller. I think you'd feel small, firm and soft in my arms. I'd like to curl up with you and kiss your shoulders.