Sep 18, 2011
Imagine having loved someone you've known for fourteen years. She's smart, independent, opinionated - a modern woman that cannot be described in a single word. In that time, you've become her best friend, a person that she relies on, a person whom she trusts the most, a person that thinks of you every time she needs a shoulder to cry on or something to rant about. She thinks of you as 'her best friend', a person too familiar to be a lover. And each time she says those few words, you feel as though you lose a part of yourself, hurt, but, too obstinate to change. So ...