Do you love him?" How would I know?" You'd know.
Real friends. The kind that don't purposely hurt your feelings or stop liking you for no reason.
That was the thing about best friends. Like sisters and mothers, they could piss you off and make you cry and break your heart, but in the end, when the chips were down, they were there, making you laugh even in your darkest hours.
I am such a Pacific Northwest girl.
Caro: "Bite me." Ruby: "I gave that up in kindergarten.
And before you barrel through some idiotic Cosmo girl list of how-well-do-you-know-your-man questions, let me say that I don't know squat about him except that he kisses like a god and screws like a devil.