That's what friends are for

I think you have to be a little bit in love, and a little bit in lust, with your friends.

It's just so pleasing to catch a familiar face from a certain angle and get that tiny thrill of desire or affection. To notice they've aged a little but in a good way, maybe it's exhaustion showing because they're too busy to put on makeup.

I love the way people are their own steryotypes. Something so solid about someone reacting or behaving exactly as you'd expect.

There is nothing quite so enjoyable as concocting a plan with an old friend, or a new one. The complicity, the single-mindedness of a pair (or more) devising future delights.

Everyone I know enough to love has particular features that I crave on occasion. And am sated, hopefully, by seeing them. It may not be quite sexual but it can feel a bit that way. I won't deny it.