Lets dispell with unnecessary introductory posts. I'm me, you're you, this here is a blog. My last one was erased on whim a coupla days back, this one's a replacement, you'll learn to love it in time. There. That's done. Onward with the post.
A certain cock I know once crowed that you could not remain friends with a guy after you broke up with him. From the choir that joined in for the chorus, I presume there's a lot of personal experience inspiring it.
I can see their POV obviously. But sometimes maybe if you get lucky, you meet a guy who becomes your best friend the very first time that you speak. And then the love and the being in love sorta intersect and you get an unconditionality which lets the relationship survive in full glory regardless of what you choose to call it. Even if you call it nothing at all.
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