Because I suck at effectively getting my point across whilst talking out loud, I wrote a letter to my fp (in an earlier post, I have mentioned that I recently moved in with my platonic fp, this account is mostly to talk about how that's going for me) to explain what I meant when I previously told him that I am scared of men, and that it surprisingly didn't magically go away when I moved into his spare room.

Today, whilst I slept all day after being out all night, he slid a letter under my door. It spoke briefly of hoping he doesn't scare me, explaining why he's a little distant at the moment, and ended by saying he's happy to have a person like me here.

I felt good about it. I'm calling them love letters but they're more like letters of trust than love. I think it's cute. 