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Nice, Provence-Alpes-Cote d'Azur, France



Some people say friendship is simple. You hang out, you laugh, you insult each other a little, and that’s it. But with you… it feels deeper. When you’re near me there’s this strange warmth, like a spiritual connection that probably shouldn’t exist between two grown men.
I love squeezing your toes between mine like our feet are sharing a forbidden secret. I love feeling your breath drifting into my nostrils when you stand way too close to my face like a tired old engine idling. And sometimes, when I see your hairy chest, I just want to bury my face in it like a warm, slightly alarming pillow of raw masculinity.
Most people wouldn’t understand this bond. They’d call it weird. Possibly disturbing.
But I know the truth.
I love you, my friend.
Forever in my heart… and maybe a little between my toes too.