Let’s be patently clear: we’re friends, I already like you. I like you a lot, I like having you in my life. I enjoy our conversations and our lunches and our brunches and our late nights. I enjoy running into you when we see each other out in the world. I like having an uncomfortably long hug from you at a party or our occasional, very personal one-on-one conversations. I think about you very fondly most of the time, even if we got into it over something stupid that we later resolved. Remember that time before I got sober when you dragged me, seven shots of Jameson deep, screaming out of a bar threatening to kill a bunch of snotty, fratty “you can’t hit me my daddy’s a lawyer”-types for smacking you on your ass and then you tried to make out with me in the car? Good times.
via I’m tired of favoriting and liking all your crap. — Medium.
