i think my friendship with him is kind of perfect. the geographical nearness, having someone to catch up with by the river every few nights. random discussions on anything under the weather, a spectrum stretching from the lightest to weightiest of topics, from the one lit text we have in common to the rubber soles under our feet to music festivals in foreign countries to depression. yet there are barely any expectations. no strings. not tonight? that’s alright then. like a piece of furniture in the corner of your room that could vanish at any time with little notice, and little to no effect. at least that’s what i imagine when i think of when he’ll slip out of my life. in the meantime company is nice, even if it’s just in the form of someone taking a nap on my bed or having a smoke out my window while i do my filing. we met in loneliness and somehow stuck around til now doing what we can to alleviate it. that’s how simple it is. it’s a chill friendship. i like it.