It hits me again. “Your boyfriend is not your friend.”
Back to picturing it! This time I have been dating someone long enough that he has a set of my keys. As I climb the stairs to my apartment, broken and defeated from a long, tough day at work, I begin to smell spaghetti and meatballs being prepared. I perk up. I walk through the door to see that my boyfriend has made me dinner! And he just wants me to relax while he serves me! He is pampering me! Like I’m a little baby! Truth be told, we should all expect this regularly from our significant others, and they should also expect it from us. Yet, it’d be way out of line to expect this from your best friend regularly. Can you imagine your best friend getting mad, because you didn’t prepare them dinner after a long day of work? Because you failed to properly romance them?
And then I get it. “Your boyfriend is not your friend.”
There are a lot of reasons boyfriends, as close as we feel to them, are not our friends. And that’s a good thing. They have some crossover points, and they get closer as time wears on (a lot of time), but I’m glad “boyfriends” and “friends” don’t share a definition completely. After all, I don’t want to have to make out with all of my friends. Well, most of the time, I don’t want to make out with my friends. If they bring me Domino’s bread sticks, lines get blurred and all bets are off.