In which I write a non-sensical fictional babble at 1:30am.

It's not really that important, is it? Whether or not you can talk about the most meaningful things all the time isn't what matters. What does matter is that we trust one another enough to be able to talk about serious things if we need, or want, to.

And if you think about it that way, the perfect balance of our friendship is what makes it work so well. We can talk about anything and everything and it would remain comfortable. That, I feel, is quite a feat for two people that have nervous dispositions. Me, with an anxiety disorder, and he, with severe ADHD.

Yet still, here we are. I am relaxed and he is relaxed and we are talking about serious things and funny things and non-sensical things and sexy things. And we are comfortable.

I don't worry about the things I say to him, like I would with any other person, because I know that he will understand. And he manages to stay focused on our conversations because we talk about everything. We talk about everything and anything, sometimes all at the same time.

In all honesty, I don't know what love feels like, but if I had to make my best guess, then I would say it feels like this. It feels like being comfortable talking about everything. It feels like being able to relax each other's nervousness.

I would guess that love feels like what I feel when I talk to him.

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