last night one of the bestest friends came over, and i now know why she is a bestest friend...
the evening starts with formalities: exchange of tea for baked cookies, chat about the day, a bit of venting, a bit of melancholy chat, then... the precious silence that transcends awkwardness.
you've evolved to the blessed ideal friendship when you feel no need to say anything. sitting in dust with sackcloth. no agenda.
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