Letters to my Close Friend

Just comments I've thought, and might get around to saying.
To my Close Friend & Neighbor:
Hey you,
I don't know what else to call you. Best friend, brother, and neighbor are all too far to one side or another.. maybe just 'friend'. But you aren't really just a friend, you've let me be close, close enough to make me wonder at times.
I'm immensely glad that talking to you is easier. Not sure why, but it is; we'll be closer for it. Maybe, I think you're coming to me because she's gone-- I think we're pulling closer because she isn't as securely between us anymore. It was easy to be easy with you the other day. Don't know if it should be, with what I know of semester's end and summer's beginning, but I don't really want to know anymore than that. We talked comfortably about how we've (practically) lived together; we've just gotten that close over the year. It's kind of astonishing how well we know random things about each other - like habits... - yet are just now beginning to understand our reasoning.
So now we're closer than we were, and I hope we can stay comfortable enough to keep really talking. I like it. We aren't really flirting...the words are the same, and it's similar banter, though the tone isn't nearly so lighthearted.
At any rate, I miss you this summer. I know you miss me (even if you don't say so and divert the topic) because when we talk, we actually talk and are comfortable chatting and poking fun and being serious. And you came to give me a hug, knowing I'd want one.
-Missy PinkSocks