Request or curiosity?

I really don't know if I'm writing this post because someone has requested me to write it or just he's way too curious to know what I would write when he would ask me to write about what's between us?

It wasn't that easy for me to trust people nowadays. But it's always easy to trust old friends that you've stopped talking to anymore or maybe you got too busy? Well, here lies this guy somewhere in the corner of my heart and he's got his place occupied for a really long contract. I don't know what this relationship should be called where we talk for hours over texts and never speak to each other face to face, where he'd abuse my ex with me and make me feel good, where he would ask me stupid questions and always make me feel good. I don't really know if this person holds a special place in my heart or he just perfectly holds a place and is not a friend. Told you— I don't friendzone people.
Okay! It's a weird post because I didn't know what to write and I wrote all that came into my mind. Isn't it enough for the day?

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