Who can you grow old with, no fuss, no strings attached? Your best friend.
Love is coming home after a tiring day, and having someone prepare a hot meal for you.
You can roll your eyes, be as grumpy, as sarcastic as you want. It doesn’t matter. You can bicker over a hot stove, insult the chef, solve a temperamental gas stove together.
These are friends who have permission to gossip, to joke about your body weight, laugh, tease you about romantic prospects or virility, support you… and be there for you.
These friendship is that precious; their love is that simple.