She made you decent, and in return you made her so happy

This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.

I'm not the consolation prize, Dex. I'm not something you resort to. I happen to think I'm worth more than that.

I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

She glanced at the other diners, all of them going into their act, and thought is this what it all boils down to? Romantic love, is this all it is, a talent show?

Be nice wont you?" "I am nice, I'm always nice." "But not too nice. I mean don't make a religion out of it, niceness.

No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.