I love that we've moved beyond all that bullshit. As Best Friend put it, we're not having "4 a.m. let's run away to Paris" conversations anymore.
I love that we know we love each other, but in a healthier, more honest way. I can't call it platonic because I think we'll always be attracted to each other, but neither of us wants to go back to that. Both of us really want this: this being able to talk to each other and tell each other our problems and just be grateful that we have each other in our lives.
I love that you called me last weekend to make sure that I was doing okay. And that I called last night and you texted me to tell me you'd call me back in a few minutes, and then you actually did. Or how you give me genuinely good advice on stuff that's going on with me, and how, even though your heart is a little bit broken, you're able to look at my love and be happy for me. Genuinely.
You told me last night that you'd be lost without me, that I'm important to you, that our conversations mean a lot to you. And normally when those sorts of things are said, especially from you, there's strings attached. But I know you well enough to know when you're trying to corrupt me or trying to get something from me, and you didn't say those things for either of those reasons.
You said them because you meant it. I think this is the first time in our too long history that you actually view me as a friend. And I can't tell you how happy that makes me.
Beyond all of that, I'm so proud of you. So proud that you were able to let yourself be vulnerable with someone, albeit ending with your broken heart. Proud that you left this state where we both knew there was nothing left for you. Proud that you're able to be my friend and let me be yours.
And I'm so proud that I can't claim credit for any of that. I'm a fixer. I fall in love with people and I want to fix them. You weren't an exception to that. But I didn't fix you. I didn't do any of this.
You did.
I'm so proud of you and I'm so happy that *this* is the way things are.
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