After so much time spent with one human—exclusively—a line is crossed.
___________________ ←←← Here is a depiction of the line you cross. Visuals are helpful.
This line determines best-friendship. The type of friendship that has no boundaries, no secrets. The type of friendship that is poop comfortably at their house friendship. The type of friendship that means the family dog doesn’t even bark when you enter the backdoor (or from a window).
Do you think you and your best friend are… there? Let’s see.
I’ve been naughty. Quite naughty. Cheeky even.
I’ve been bad.
*insert a visual of Rebekah drawing her pinky up to the corner of her mouth. Mischievous grin*
Lately, I’ve eaten—quite frankly—everything. I’ve eaten everything. Sofa cushions. Golf balls. Hand soap… Let’s just say, don’t look for Fluffy, because Fluffy ain’t there. Fluffy went for The Long Walk.
*spits out a mouthful of fur and dabs her lip with an elegant silk napkin*
I’m surprised the house is still standing, to be honest. Those supporting beams have been looking mighty tasty.
Crushes. There are crushes that satisfy—dreamy glances that eventually turn into the sweet and cherished “do you like me back?” conversation. And then they tell you that they’ve loved you all along.
Dawwh. My sentimental heart, be still!
There are crushes that are forbidden—dark and dangerous, stupid, or crazy. Crushes that force you to exercise every unit of self control to keep you on the straight and narrow.
And then, there are those crushes that can never love you back.