metafiction v.4 — amicable endings.

Dear, please sit down. Let’s talk.

No, this isn’t The Talk, though….it is.

When we moved in five months ago, everything was great — it still is. We’ve really grown closer, enjoying sharing the little things together — morning coffee; talking over work and extant issues; hanging out with the boys. It’s been better than great — almost too great.

Which is why I thought we should talk.

I’m being honest, because I respect you; I feel like something is missing. That certain “je ne sais quoi”. Friction. Yes, yes, we get along so well…almost too well. It’s like we’re…siblings, almost. Twins, would be better. We have everything in common. Most would think that’s ideal, and it is. Just not in a romantic partner, at least, not for me. You know me; or do you….I like some action; excitement — those things that come with a bit of the unknown, with a level of safe unpredictability. I know it sounds crazy. I guess to me, if something is too good to be true, it probably is.

This is too good to be true. In this context.

No, I am not launching into the “let’s be just friends” segment…but I am. I think we could be great friends. We are great friends. So, let’s do that. Be friends. Keep drinking coffee, keep sharing our work, talk — you know I love your mind. Mostly because it reminds me so much of my own, in many respects. Hence.

Does any of this make sense to you? I hope so, because I do, I love you dearly. I want to keep you in my life. And I wanted to speak up, before we go any further down this road.

Are we on the same page?

Friends with benefits, of course. ;)