So, it happened. Your best friend got a boyfriend. And while you’re totally happy for her, you can’t but feel like it’s the end of an era.
You have to say goodbye to the wild nights out every weekend, the wine nights where you watch The Notebook and cry about how single you both are and resolve to just marry each other, and being able to walk around in your bra and underwear at your best friend’s place because it won’t just be the two of you.
You have to say goodbye to the wild nights out every weekend, the wine nights where you watch The Notebook and cry about how single you both are and resolve to just marry each other, and being able to walk around in your bra and underwear at your best friend’s place because it won’t just be the two of you.