I couldn’t survive without our weekly brunches mulling over the shit that goes on and complaining about the people who absolutely fuck up our schedules. How would I be able to cope if I didn’t have your resounding backboard of a mind to bounce my thoughts off of? I’d definitely die.
So don’t worry for even a second because our friendship is and always will be my #1 priority.
And if I ever do get too caught up in hanging out with my boyfriend, you have my full permission to slap me silly (even though you definitely won’t have to).
I have a feeling that I will be the one begging you to still come out with me. I promise I won’t become ‘that girl’ who talks about the fresh cut flowers she just bought, and home cooked meals, and the latest ‘flick’ she just watched with her boyfriend.