Denial

"i just think that sometimes, you don't want to "try" anything with the other person, but still you can't help doing certain things that show you like them"

What's in a smile, in a laugh, in a moment in time when someone says something that strikes you as funny, and you begin to laugh prematurely with that hyperacute yet atypical sense of humour that has never stood you in good stead - and realise the person next to you has started to laugh as well?

What's in minor moments of mutuality that mean nothing on their own - liking the same foods, disliking the same aspects of people, and a country, thinking the same thoughts - being asked if you were thinking.... and knowing that no question, but rather an observation was this.

What's in that instant when you find yourself turning unconsciously to look that other person in the eye as a sitcom moment unfolds and find her turning to you?

The answer :

Familiarity.

Nothing more.
Nothing less.

Perhaps familiarity breeds contempt; perhaps friendship. Perhaps it takes time to develop with some; yet with others - almost as if we are near-duplicates of some celestial template - it flares up instantaneously from the first hello.

Perhaps we can't help turning and looking that other person in the eye at that precise instant; perhaps we can't help but laugh, or be struck by odd similarities. Perhaps we can't stop ourselves leaning in metaphorically, against our wills.

But what of it?

Perhaps sometimes it is best that familiarity breed nothing more, and nothing less, than a friendship that might endure - rather than a hedonistic ' madness that will be forgotten with the passage of time, and hurt.