I’ve been friends with Chris for years. Seriously, since we were five. We lived next to each other and went to the same school for our whole academic careers. From kindergarten to graduation, we stayed friends. Yeah, we had arguments, and we drifted occasionally in favour of girlfriends and boyfriends, but we always ended up friends again.
Just a few weeks ago, I found myself single again. My ex, who won’t be named here, fucked another girl at work, thinking I wouldn’t find out. Well, I did, and I dumped his ass, but it bummed me out. It majorly bummed me out, almost to the point of depression. The only thing that kept me going was Chris.
As soon as I told him what had happened, he came over to talk. Like, straight away. He had been planning to watch a movie, but decided I needed some company. He was right. We sat and watched the movie (it was Yesterday, we’re both hardcore into the Beatles), and talked for ages. Afterwards, I was still upset, but now I felt like I could deal with it.