it's comfortable when we talk. but it's also alright if we are silent. when i hear you typing and expect to see a message from you, and i do. when our keyboards clatter, yours then mine then yours then mine, in symmetry, i wonder that nobody else hears. i think of you all the time, of things you like, things that would make you smile, things i can do for you. i like the closeness we have, the familiarity, the comfort, all with a slight tinge of nervousness. your scent sometimes lingers when you are not there and it reminds me of you. i like the secret things you share with me. i like when you love what i make for you. i like when we are in a group but it's just the two of us. when we both look up, across the room, and catch each other's eye, and grin. and i walk alongside you, behind you, next to you.