I love writers. All of my best friends are writers.

I love the Americans. They are my best friends.

Here's an idea, Rosie. Why don't you just tell Alex how you feel? Why don't you just finally get all of those feelings out in the open, and clear your messed-up little head? At least then he'll know that you're not going over not because you don't care about him, but that in fact you love him, more than he knows, but that you need to stay here for Katie. Then that will put the ball in his court. He can make the decision whether to come to you or not.

I love that I came up this way. First of all, I have nine close friends, and it's hard to find people you can trust and lean on in this industry.

To douchebags!" he said, gesturing to Brad. "And to girls that break your heart," he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. "And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you’d left off, whether it be a week since you’d seen each other or two years.