“...i think of friendship in terms of love...”

“i have no idea what truth has to do with love, and vice versa. i’m not even thinking in terms of love here. it’s way, way, way early for that. but i guess i am thinking in terms of truth. i want this to be truthful. and even as i protest to tiny and i protest to myself, the truth is becoming increasingly clear. it’s time for us to figure out how the hell this is ever going to work.”

“It's b******* to think of friendship and romance being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variatons of the same desire to be close.”

“It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.”

“And I, who have never thought in terms of a life, think to myself that I could make a life out of this.”

“The smell of the nail polish made me think of Amber and the rest of my friends. I missed them, but in theory. It wasn't them I missed, but friendship. QUITE YET.”

“This is as much a part of my story as anything else. Friendship is love as much as any romance.”