photo from My Summer of Love
We are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often.
When I think of losing her, I’d like to drown both of us into the lonely seas, than consider myself a beast with no friend.
- Jeanette Winterson