Once upon of time there was these 2 crazy kids, who fell in love.
They were those 2 love birds that people envied and hated.
They were so damn affectionate and well dressed together.
They were passionate for one another.
They had a lot of fun together.
and shopped a lot.
Then shit got bad.
So they broke up.
Then, they became friends.
And then they had more breakups, even if they were not together anymore.
Repeat this part about 4 times.
We are weird. I can't tell you why we do this. I don't know what weird hold the universe has on Phil and I, that no matter how much we try and stay away, we always end up together again (and I don't mean "together" as is relationship, because Phil and I have have not been like "that" for a very long time, I mean "together" as in hanging out). Truth is, he's complicated and I'm crazy. He knows me better then anyone on the planet. We are comfortable together. He gets me. I'm working on getting him, but I know him so well. I don't know why we have such a hard time making this friendship work, but I need him back in my life after it's all said and done. Because truth is, I love him. Not in the I-want-to-marry-you way, but in the I-enjoy-you-in-my-life-and-we-are-weird-so-fuck-it way.
I can't explain it. It's just weird. We are weird. Fuck it!
It is what it is!