After years of shared meals and rambling stories and hours-long Skype calls and living in each other’s pockets and good-natured arguments and “just one more drink” at 3am.
When you know what their deodorant smells like and what they look like when they are trying not to cry and how they take their coffee and if they leave their dishes in the sink or have to do them right away and how many alarms they have to set to get up in the morning and the one thing they hate on their pizza and who their first kiss was and what it feels like when they hug you so tight your feet leave the ground and and what they order for breakfast at your favourite cafe and what they call their grandma and their greatest fear and biggest ambition and weirdest sexual experience and their most annoying pet peeve and how their eyes light up when life couldn’t get any better than it is in that moment.
Even when you think there is nothing left to learn about someone, there is always something new to discover. There is never a moment where you’re bored with the other person.
I am so grateful that I have been able to develop close friendships like these in the last five years or so.
I will probably delete this later. Until next time, internet.