Anonymous
Sep 16, 2026
I told my best friend I loved him
We've been friends for seven years. Roommates for two. I finally told him how I felt on the walk home from a wedding where I'd had exactly enough wine to be brave. He was kind abo…
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I told my best friend and roommate I loved him. He was kind, but he did not feel the same. Living together makes pretending everything is normal painful; making space for myself may be how I begin to heal.
There’s a comeback in this one. Decided to move out when the lease ends in three months. Not to punish him. I just need my own space to get over it.
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