Someone asked me today how I made friends in the past and I didn’t know the answer.

Don’t friends just arrive? Like most of the best things in your life, don’t they just turn up when you’re least expecting them?

It’s a funny thing, being close in a platonic way to another human being. The membrane between platonic love and sexual love is very thin.

The people we love just happen to be the people we like the most and are also sexually attracted to.

I have had two great platonic friends and, unfortunately, we all live in different countries now.

I miss them.