I hate that I feel weird calling this a love letter. I hate that society has made it so that expression of love between two friends — no matter how close they are — always feels a bit odd, as though “love” should be reserved for the people you sleep with. There is no part of our love that is lesser or unimportant because it’s platonic. In fact, I think our love is one of the most transformative we can experience. We’ve had over a decade of knowing each other, enjoying one another’s company, and yet releasing the other to the men who came and went from our lives. We weren’t selfish, never demanded that the other should be someone they are not, or change to fit our needs and schedules. There has been no other love in my life that was that pure, that free of ego.
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