We met through art classes and community that sprang up around them. We flirted, started dating. Things felt serious quickly. We almost got married, not in a romantic way, but a practical one.
The relationship evolved similarly: I’d borrow her car, we’d sit on our laptops together, I’d crash at her place after late work functions nearby.
One night around midnight, we were going to bed. She said, “It feels like we’ve just become friends.”
We kept sleeping together off and on, because that was fun. It’s been years since we’ve hung out. We text occasionally, just friends, a mile away.