Falling in love with one’s best friend is one of the trickiest situations one could find one’s self to be in.
People like to say that men and women can’t have fulfilling platonic relationships. In the spring of 2012, I met the man who would almost instantly become my best friend for the next year.
Losing your friendship, if that’s what it was, may suck for the guy, especially if he had strong feelings for you. However, you ruined the friendship by ending it.
I’d like to believe that friendship is fluid and malleable enough to allow room to shift and move while still retaining what it originally was. I’d like to think that sex is too insignificant to change what we had for worse. Yet at the same time, I feel like something has to be different. There was something so intimate about being with someone who I know so well.
Both are pushed down in society, giving them a sense of understanding and empathy, because they each know what it feels like to be judged before you even open your mouth.
The general public doesn’t believe the type of friendship you have truly exists. They refuse to. You’re like a mythical Pokémon or a bag of decently priced pistachios – something rarely seen – if ever.
The two of you have stayed home from important social outings before to have “a quiet night at home” which mostly consisted of browsing the internet for funny videos together and maybe finishing a bottle of wine.
Some of these girls are people that he’s grown up with, others are co-workers and some are married acquaintances. But why do they flock to him?
Oh God! How could this possibly be?! Why on Earth would a guy – after getting to know a woman really well through friendship – end up liking her?
Years of having guy friends have taught me that the only thing I can know for certain is that I truly don’t know how my guy friends feel about me. All you can really do is try to stay their come-ons and keep them in the friend zone as long as possible.