it's like... a pair of cashmere socks

i've been spending a bit more time with chemistry boy. it's true what they say, after a while, the chemistry fades. it's still there, but more like the scent that lingers on the skin at the end of the day, when you get really close to someone and smell their scent mixed with their perfume, rather than that whiff that hits you as they pass you in the morning.

we're not a couple. at least i don't see our behavior as that of a couple. we do couply things. we hang out without sex, we snuggle on the couch whilst watching the bbc, and our family kinda knows the other person exists. but we don't see each other every week. we don't call every day. in fact i leave answer phone messages a lot. the fact that i'm not really counting how much i'm up on him with the phone calls kinda scares me a little.

what does this all mean?

snuggling with him is like putting on your favorite pair of cashmere socks. it's so comfortable you just want to prolong the experience, even though it's not really practical for day to day living. it's like prastesi sheets, freshly laundered. and even though i only saw him this morning, i already miss him.

i'm sure it's not healthy, i'm sure it's just a phase, but sometimes, just sometimes, it's nice to have someone you like. even if you're not sure about them.