While I know it's a friends legal obligation to tell me things about how beautiful I am and how much he's missing out, it's wrong wrong wrong. Because, and this is lovely, he is my friend, and he is a decent guy. My heart isn't broken, just a bit bruised. It's okay, though. It's okay. I had a lovely night out - like, not a dangerous night, a lovely night - but I woke up sad.
before / after
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