Intellectual type with matching interests, great style, and the same sense of humour as me, almost perfectly fits into my type of man. (Only gives off slight, very subtle repper vibes that worry me… but only a little, probably just a theymab)

We’ve known each other for several years, and he’s probably the most fun person I know - like, we had several evenings when we walked around the city at night, sat on a bench behind ruined house or on castle walls in moonlight, smoking cigarettes, listening to music and talking about art and our spergy interests. I thought how cool it is to have friend like him? Until I realised I’ve fallen for him… You can’t, you stupid idiot, it feels awkward now.