Maybe things have to fall apart before they come together...
That was my fucking Dove chocolate quote, under its’ shiny little wrapper… conveniently the day after I thought I lost one of my best friends.
I did something stupid this previous summer. I won’t go into all the damn details, but basically… I fucked my best guy friend (8 year long friendship btw) and didn’t know how to stop my emotions afterwards. He left after a few weeks of very consensual sex and it seemed okay. But… then there was the inevitable silence after a month of mixed emotions and confusion.
It had been over two months… and I finally went through ALL the fucking five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I hit acceptance and WHA-BAM. Here he is again.
So now… I have my best guy friend back. There is still that elephant in the room though and I want it fucking out.
However, I don’t want things to fall apart again… Because I don’t know if they will come together again.
Thanks Dove chocolate for your emotional support through this. I fucking appreciate you.
Anonymously Hal 
Being friends and sex. Rarely worked out. I learn many moons ago. Better to have many friends. Sex is wonderful, but I believe when sex become important. We want other things. Maybe too much?
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Exactly. Friends and sex don’t work. You already have a history and then emotions get involved. I’ve learned.
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