It’s fucking cute, ok? I fall for it every time.
Light-hearted flirting.
That very delicate cusp where it seems like just a friendship, but then again you can’t be entirely sure.
It’s all smiley faces and asking about your day and motivation and sharing and genuine care.
But no compliments, cheesy lines, hearts, or constant desperation for a reply.
And that just makes you a normal friend. A good friend.
But a “normal” friend wouldn’t go out of their way to want to come and visit you so much. And a ”normal” friend wouldn’t text you good morning and goodnight everyday. And a ”normal” friend wouldn’t talk to you in a coy manner. And a “normal” friend wouldn’t make future plans for you guys to do together. And a “normal” friend wouldn’t make you feel particularly special as opposed to everyone else they know.
But then again, you can’t be so sure.
And it’s kind of cute to feel special.
