I was always that friend. You know … that friend who friends went to talk to about their relationships. That friend who the guys hung out with because there was no danger of our friendship ever getting complicated with feelings. That friend who usually ends up as always the bridesmaid, never the bride.Read my first Babble of the Sexes post here.
I was the friend. I was the shoulder to cry on. I was the ear that listened. I was the heart that empathized.
Other people fell in love. Not me. And that’s the way I liked it.
*Ack! I can't figure out how to do a double space between paragraphs on Wordpress!!!