Great piece. There’s a wonderful stream-of-consciousness feel to it throughout from the long sentences and fluidity (particularly in that first paragraph (my favourite)). You definitely put across that feeling of ‘words unsaid’.

I knew it wasn’t just my gender! :)

They stay with you or they don’t. They can’t be selected. You stay with them or you don’t. You can’t be selected. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Love between two friends, or two lovers, is mutually discovered. It’s not built, or renovated, or bought. It’s just there, flaws and all, and it never leaves, and it can’t be measured.