In an alternate universe we would be madly in love with each other, and this would be a love letter. It would have to be an alternate universe where you are straight, and I am in love with you in a I want to hump you kinda way. I know this sounds kinda weird, given the fact that I absolutely have no such inclination. I figured you might be able to understand it a little better if I put it in that context. I can see that happening in a different world, because I already love you to pieces. And everyone agrees you do too. Well, maybe not to pieces, but as much as you can be fond of someone of the opposite gender.

Which is why it was hard to catch you silently watching me over the lunch room table when everyone else was talking. I can almost hear the gears in your head spinning. You were thinking if I would leave and why wouldn't I. I asked what to break you out of that train of thought. Not because I really wanted to know, but because I can't bear it. You softly said nothing. Then you told me I would miss you (if I do leave). I don't think there was any room for argument there so I just nodded. It was however, my turn to quietly watch you while you resume your participation in the group conversation.

It was also hard this morning when I walked in to say hi and you told me you were thinking about me. I asked why and you said you don't know. I wanted to tell you it was because you were trying to figure it out for me. We've made it into a habit. I look things up when you were stuck too. We like to help each other out. Except in this case you realize you can't do much, and I can't solve the problem of moving on and staying at the same time. We understand that logically and rationally, there is no need solve such problem. Emotions are getting in the way, and we can logically shunt it. We have already agreed, many times, it's always hard to move.

We are family away from family in this city. I don't claim to know much but I know this is a friendship of exceptional quality. The kind that if we were in an alternative universe, we would be madly in love and ppl would write poems about us and other ppl will read them forever. All those times all of us spent posing for the million pictures you've taken over the years, now I know it's worth every second of it.