Friendship has a life of its own. The best example I can use is that friendship is like a plant, in that it needs to be cared for regularly, with the right amount of attention. Long lapses of neglect will only result in the death of its existence. Too much attention and you will ruin it.
My phone is ringing, this is the second call from you. I’m staring at my phone juggling between decisions. Should I pick up and speak to you, or text you minutes later after I delete your voicemail telling you I was busy.
Yes, we’re still binge-watching Friends on Netflix and will be doing that until they take it away from us. Of course, we will just go back to watching the DVDs by then, but that’s beside the point.
We only have one life to live, why do we subject ourselves to filling it surrounded by people who makes us feel lousy?
Please get tested, Joey. There’s no way you lasted ten seasons of rampant promiscuity and you do not have an illegitimate child somewhere.
“Oh no, I think I just actually friended her. Oh sweet Jesus, what have I done?”
“You can have a bite.”
I am not bitter about your betrayal because I am so much happier now.
Thank you for allowing me to be myself when I am with you. Thank you for being part of the genuinely happiest moments of my life, for listening whenever I need someone to tell my saddest stories to, and for letting me feel that you love me even when we are miles apart.
Falling in love with one’s best friend is one of the trickiest situations one could find one’s self to be in.