I've made a habit of sitting close to him, I daresay uncomfortably close, but he doesn't move away. Not when I surreptitiously scoot just a little closer or put my chin over his shoulder when he shows me something on his phone. I'm forever all up in his personal space and he doesn't do a damn thing about it. I had to thank him tonight for having lunch with me yet again, and he went on to tell me how much he considers me one of his best friends because I never want anything from him other than friendship. Excuse me while I run laps around the house at 1AM and scream and squeal like a demented banshee. See why I throw up rainbows now?
But of course this terrifies me as well; what if I'm forever filed into the 'Friends4EVER!' part of his life and that's all we'll ever be? What if both of us are too chickenshit to give anything beyond a chance because we're afraid we'll screw up what we already have? On the other hand, it's said that there's nothing better than realizing you love your best friend. I guess only time will tell. Told him he's getting a big hug next time I see him and he says he'll be expecting it. We'll just go from there and see what happens.