Shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never learned how to hold on?

Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's something you just are.

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? Tiny shouts in my ear, and I want to say, "Hopefully, go find a guy who knows there is no u in awesome

I've never known before what it feels like to want someone-not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.

I think about how much depends upon a best friend. When you wake up in the morning you swing your legs out of bed and you put your feet on the ground and you stand up. You don't scoot to the edge of the bed and look down to make sure the floor is there. The floor is always there. Until it's not.

I'd pick you, I say. Fuck it, I do pick you. I want you to come over to my house in twenty years with your dud and your adopted kids and I want our fucking kids to hang out and I want to, like, drink wine and talk about the Middle East or whatever the fuck we're gonna want to do when we're old. We've been friends too long to pick, but if we could pick, I'd pick you.