Please hug me!

This is the third time we've hugged.
I count. Yes, I did.
After all these years, friendship has been a distant thing to me.
I don't know how to handle it. I am glad that I can still be hugged.
She is my new mate, aged 20-year-ish older than I do, but who cares?
It's just... she talks more (interestingly) than I do. I can hardly find anything
to talk during virtually any conversations.
I hope I can be more honest to myself and to any friends.
It seems that I've been so polite and reserve that I'm hiding the bad bits of myself.
I like her frankness. She is just the way she is. She doesn't do much to appeal.
That's why I am afriad of her (reflecting my un-frankness)
and that's why I like her (admiring her attribute that is not part of me).