Harmony makes little things grow

Love?

So….in the past months I’ve been really confused about how I felt about my best friend. I didn’t think that I would really look at her as anything other than the girl who I can talk to anything about and she could talk to me about anything. We would always have strange conversations that would drag on into 4 AM. We would have weird jokes (I called her Shark Poo…yeah, long story) and we talked about people we thought were cute or attractive. And yet…somewhere along those little inside jokes, those weird conversations, and our little insults, I think I fell in love.


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