My best friend and I are high school classmates and roommates. I am tall and strong, cheerful and generous, humorous and joking, and my classmates call me "brother". My best friend is tall and thin, with white skin, good temperament, strong personality and mature mind. She is called "Sister" by her classmates. At that time, our relationship was just ok.
We were admitted to the university town school, and the distance was not far. You can eat, read and study together at ordinary times. We became bosom friends.
After graduation, we agreed to work in the same city and rent a house together. We make up for each other's shortcomings and live a smooth life together. By this time, we have become girlfriends who talk about everything.
She can't clean up, so I'll clean up at home. I can't cook. The food she cooked is delicious. Every day, she cooks an extra meal until noon the next day. Colleagues were full of praise when they saw the lunch I brought. Some even suggested coming to my house to cook on weekends, and wanted to try my best friend's cooking.
There is a female colleague who has a good relationship: Sister Ting often comes to my place for dinner, and I have more contacts, and my circle with my girlfriends has also become bigger. Many activities, we gradually changed from two people to three people. It was at this time that a wall between me and my best friend slowly rose.
Sister ting moved in with us because she was late for the meal cooked by her good friend every day. There were still vacancies, so I agreed. Since Sister Ting moved in, my best friend and I often work overtime, so I cook something to eat alone at night.
One day, they had to work late. When a person has nothing to do, he just wants to take a bath early and go into the room to watch a movie. After washing, go to your best friend's room to get a hair dryer. I happened to see a used sleeve on the floor next to the trash can. But I know my best friend has no boyfriend.
Although she has many suitors, she can find fault. Every time she receives a gift, she throws it at me for me to handle. Besides, she has been working overtime a lot recently. I've been at home longer than her, and I've never seen her bring boys back.
After blowing my hair, I went back to my room, found a horror movie, turned off the lights, put on earplugs and started watching movies. After watching a movie, I felt dissatisfied and watched another one. It's already morning 1 past. I was going to the bathroom, but I went to bed when I came back.
Seeing a light at the door of my girlfriend's room, I asked my girlfriend what happened to the cover I saw. The light went out. I think I'd better forget it. It is getting late. Let's ask her tomorrow. I walked to the door of the toilet (facing my best friend's room), and there was a weak conversation between two girls in her room.
An idea flashed through my mind. I crept close to the door of the room, and there was a gasp inside. I went back to my room, at a loss.
I don't know whether the relationship between me and my best friend is friendship or love. Of the three people in this room, am I a light bulb or a third party?
I can't sleep at night because I don't know how to ask my best friend. Should I move out or should I continue to live together as friends? I was afraid that my embarrassed expression would betray me as soon as I saw them, so I went out before they got up.
I still don't know how to face it when I get home from work, so I have to bite the bullet and pretend I don't know. But they are still the same as before, with their girlfriends cooking and Ting Jie helping. After dinner, drag me to watch TV.
I think in this case, I still regard them as friends and continue to live together. I didn't know how stupid my decision was until I was kicked out of that house. It turns out that jealousy between lovers is not only a heterosexual friend, but also a homosexual friend.
Until three months later, because I brought my new boyfriend back to them. My best friend joked with me that I had never been in love. Don't take my boyfriend back when they are not at home, or you won't save me if you are eaten.
But the next day, my best friend asked me to move out. She said that I had a boyfriend who would live with him sooner or later and asked me to move out early. I said, I don't want to live with him. I want to live with you and eat your cooking.
Sister ting's message: you have three days. I looked at my best friend and hoped that she could say something for our eight-year relationship. But the female colleague went on to say, I know your sister is soft-hearted, let me tell you. Then I took my best friend's hand and went out.
In front of the friends they know, their feelings have changed from secret to semi-public. It turns out that Sister Ting saw from the beginning that my best friend treated me differently from others, and I was stupid and always thought that our relationship was just better than good friends.
Now more and more people like same-sex love, and it is gradually accepted by people. I also have homosexuals around me, and my feelings seem to be more loving and stable.
At present, the tolerance of society is still quite wide, whether it is the same sex or the opposite sex, I think as long as we really love each other, we should be blessed.