>"I can't tell you how glad I am that you finally talked to me Anon. Every time I saw you I would feel so anxious, I just couldn't tell whether you were interested in me or anything like that. Sometimes I'd tell myself you were and that I should find some way of approaching you. But then I'd see you and you'd seem so distant and content that I'd feel so stupid for telling myself it was a good idea. So thank is what I mean. Thanks for making my world a better place."
>"No it's just weird that you'd think that. Like, do I seem that intimidating? I'm sort of flattered you thought my life was so perfect. I always feel people can tell I'm all over the place, it's one of the reasons I was too shy to say anything to you. I thought you were just avoiding me because you didn't like me for some reason. Well now I guess our lives don't look so bad in comparison, huh?"
>"Oh hold my hand already Anon! Our knuckles have been bumping against each other for the past fifteen minutes, and if you're going to hold my hand then I'm going to insist on holding yours. There! Was that really that bad? Gosh your hands are so warm, what the hell! I have such poor circulation, I can barely move my fingers in this weather!"
>"Oh Anon you look exhausted. Did you have a tough day? No it's okay, I don't feel like going out all that much anyway. Hey, here. Come lay down beside me. Just rest your head in my lap a while and try and get some sleep, okay? There, just close your eyes. Anon I've known you too long now, I can tell when you've had a bad day! Just relax, I'll be right here when you wake up, I promise. Don't thank me! I'm your girlfriend Anon, it's what I'm here for. I love you silly!"
>"Hey do you hear that? Oh god I think they're letting fireworks off nearby. Hey, do you mind if my dog sleeps in here tonight? She always gets so scared when there's thunder or fireworks and stuff. Ok hold on, I'll go get her. Thanks Anon!"
This. Seriously, what's the point? Is OP just having an autistic giggling fit whenever he posts them? Does he get some sort of sexual pleasure from them? I'd honestly like to know.
>you will never wrap your arm around her shoulder as you walk along the river on a dim mid-winter Sunday afternoon
>you will never say something outrageous in a subtle and deadpan way and look over at her to see her with her eyebrows raised and trying to prevent herself from laughing out loud
>you will never lean back against the end of the bathtub and exhale with your eyes closed and open them to see her sitting with her legs crossed in front of her breasts and her chin resting on her knees and white bubbles in the water between you and resting in places on her skin and see her looking at you in a distant way while smiling a little smile that makes the area below your throat suddenly start to tense."