BFF
Today, one of my best friends is moving to Spain, indefinitely. Am gutted. He's been one of my most constant, trusted and fun companions since I moved back to London from Manchester last year. He humoured me while I moaned excessively about missing it. He accompanied me on most of my journeys back up there to visit. He showed me new places, secret places in my own city to help me miss my beloved Northern city less.
We looked for jobs together. Ate our packed lunches together. Pooled money together to buy beer when we were bored. He was one of those mates who I could belch, cry, check out hot guys in front of. A brother from another mother. Best friends forever.
And then we kissed.
Not just a little peck on the lips, to be followed by the obligatory face-scrunch and mutual 'what are we doing?!'.
Cue amused, slightly embarrassed glances.
I'm talking a full on we-both-want-this, why-haven´t-we-been-doing-this-the-whole-time, our-friendship-is-never-going-to-be-the-same-after-this, passionate kiss. Oh, and complete with the 'Body Hug'. You know, that embrace you give someone you really care about, where your bodies kinda melt into each other's and you warm yourself with the other's body heat as you feel their heart racing in your chest. That hug.
To follow this up with a 'what were we doing' glance, you might end up signalling complete and total rejection from the brink of a potential, inescapable, irrefutable love.
To follow this up with a 'let's talk about this' glance, you might end up creating a grown up situation where you decide, before anything happens, to recognise the attraction, but preserve your friendship in spite of the chemistry. Because you both appreciate that what you have is pure and rare and special and you wouldn´t want that to change for anything in the world.
No, he and I are way beyond up for any of that.
"What kiss?"
We looked for jobs together. Ate our packed lunches together. Pooled money together to buy beer when we were bored. He was one of those mates who I could belch, cry, check out hot guys in front of. A brother from another mother. Best friends forever.
And then we kissed.
Not just a little peck on the lips, to be followed by the obligatory face-scrunch and mutual 'what are we doing?!'.
Cue amused, slightly embarrassed glances.
I'm talking a full on we-both-want-this, why-haven´t-we-been-doing-this-the-whole-time, our-friendship-is-never-going-to-be-the-same-after-this, passionate kiss. Oh, and complete with the 'Body Hug'. You know, that embrace you give someone you really care about, where your bodies kinda melt into each other's and you warm yourself with the other's body heat as you feel their heart racing in your chest. That hug.
To follow this up with a 'what were we doing' glance, you might end up signalling complete and total rejection from the brink of a potential, inescapable, irrefutable love.
To follow this up with a 'let's talk about this' glance, you might end up creating a grown up situation where you decide, before anything happens, to recognise the attraction, but preserve your friendship in spite of the chemistry. Because you both appreciate that what you have is pure and rare and special and you wouldn´t want that to change for anything in the world.
No, he and I are way beyond up for any of that.
"What kiss?"
posted by KJT at 1:14 am
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