One of my dearest best friends is quickly falling in love with a girl and while I’m happy for him (he’s been through terrible things with his ex and really deserves to find someone who isn’t a psychotic manipulative bitch), I can’t help being a tad envious. They’ve had late night sleepovers at the beach, and dinners, and other things that normal couples have. Two nights ago, when his crazy ex showed up at their apartment with a bunch of really irritating friends, the new girl just picked him up and swooped him away. I want to do that for you, darling. I feel trapped here, far away from you. That should be how we are, instead of like this, waking up every morning wondering how much longer it will be before we see each other again.
