Whenever I have an exchange with this quiet friend, I can't help my incessant urge to tease him once again.
His reactions lighten my mind, and bloom flowers in my soul.
It is not a romantic attraction, but he helps remove the dark, a welcome distraction.
This is why I don't like love. I know I don't love him like I have liked other people (men and women) but I don't know what exactly these emotions are, they may or may not even be love tho. Same dude from the original Slop poem.