I could look into your eyes forever.  
Not with the sappy, romantic dreams, but with the wide awake, wide eyed smile, the impish lust for adventure.  
There is plenty of time to laze around under tress swirling your chest hair with my fingertips.  
I want to grab your hand and tear off into the forest and get your new shoes muddy.

In my mind we were already friends.  The benefits come later if they come at all.  You obviously thought I wanted more or you were so turned off by the idea you felt the need to put the friend barriers up.  That hurts.  It hurt at the time because I didn't and don't understand how it can just stop.  Now I don’t have a friend, I don’t have the closeness, the open hearted talks, and the love for the sake of love.  I have a virtual acquaintance and lots of blurred assumptions.  Come back.  I miss you.