I know this is a s***** confession website where bots spam weird s** stories or the truly mentally deranged just scream into the void, but damn I need to get this off my chest.
Me and my best friend have been ‘besties’ for, like, four years now. Those first two years, people used to think we were partners because we were that close. We used to cuddle, use earphones together, they introduced me to drinking + weed, we could never stop laughing, and our fights never lasted longer than an hour. I used to think they were my person – my platonic soulmate, the friend I’d wanted for so very long. Like I said, we argued, but whoever was in the wrong would apologise and the next day we’d be laughing and talking non-stop again. We were two peas in a pod.