Everybody goes on and on about finding the right lovers, finding the one you understand both emotionally and physically. No one talks about the journey of getting there. All they focus on is the loneliness but how about the only light when everything seemed so dark, when family is the last person you can tell your heartbreak about. I don’t believe in making your lover your best friend because your lover was never the friend you needed before you met them. This post goes to everyone who has been a good friend to someone. Thank you for the shoulder to cry on, the ears that has been listening. Thank you for the inside jokes that have been shared. Thank you for the overreacting compliments and all the saved ugly selfies. Thank you for noticing the fuckboys before we do. Thank you for being the gay friend everybody needs even if we’re the same genders. Thank you for stolen shirts when you slept over and also wasting the Polaroid Films only on yourself. Thank you for the gay moments and knowing when to stop because it’s getting too weird. Thank you for the drives home and the weekly sleepovers. Thank your mum for the lovely food and your dad for the night drives. Thank you for the lipstick borrowed and that tank top you lent. And thank you for knowing whenever things are wrong and staying both when things feels like they’re on top of the world or under it. You’re the lovers that could never be replaced.
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