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15 Reasons A Best Friend Is Better Than A Boyfriend
Share Clothes
There are so many things you can only do with your BFF that your boyfriend will never understand. Don’t get me wrong, having a boyfriend can be a lot of fun, but sometimes you just can’t beat a best friend!
For instance, you can share clothes, shoes and other accessories with your best friend — double the wardrobe options and style advice all in one. If you did that with your boyfriend, things would start to get a little weird.
Gossip
Your boyfriend doesn’t really care about all of the intricate details of the lives of people he doesn’t know, especially celebrities, but your best friend will always be there to listen to any juicy details you have just found out. Best friends are especially good for gushing about how hot your favorite male celeb is, something your boyfriend definitely doesn’t want to hear about!
They Won’t Cheat
Of course not all boyfriends cheat, but since you aren’t in a commited relationship with them, you won’t ever have to worry about your best friend cheating on you. So you never have to worry about getting jealous or if they have any other female friends or who they add on Facebook or all of that drama.
No Makeup Needed
Most girls feel like they have to put on makeup and the perfect outfit every time they see their boyfriend. But your best friend will accept you just the way you are.
Let’s Get Silly
You can be as silly as you want in front of your best friend without worrying that she is judging you because she has probably done things just as silly over the years! Anything from crazy singing to spontaneous dancing is fair game with BFFs.
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I was 15 years old, laying on my bedroom floor, shaking and trying to shove my heart back into my chest after you told me you didn’t love me anymore and I’m covered in scars and there are still nights when I find myself trying to hold my bones together with bleeding hands and breathing gets hard but fuck, if I can survive you and the way you tore me apart I can survive anything.
I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’
I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’
I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’
I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’
I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’
I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’
I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.
