You know how they’ve said to look onto your friendships to know exactly what you deserve in your romantic partnerships?

I learned exactly what that meant this weekend. EXACTLY.
When you call that friend to come over because you know deep in your heart you just need to see her, and she does, even while sick.

When you feed her immediately and give her a blanket, tea, and y’all curl up with a good ass movie and talk about your dreams after.
When she tells you it’s time to write that heartbreaking letter and end the attachment to the person who’s held your heart for far too long.

When she caresses and holds you real close as you cry, type, and spend a half hour afraid to send it.
When you finally send it and you tell her you don’t wanna be alone tonight. So she says, “Okay. Come with me.”

When she helps you pack and clean while listening to a wonderful podcast about love, reminding me I did the right thing.
When she calls an Uber to take us from Brooklyn to the Bronx.

When she carries my bag up to her apartment.

When she gives me a towel to shower and all agency to use her expensive ass skin care products, and leaves slippers at the door for my feet.
When I finish my shower to hear Duke Ellington playing through the house, lighting dim and gentle, with candles and incense lit everywhere.

When she leaves tea and a cup of water by the bedside for me.

When we chat with my other friend about my heart and intentional choosing.
When we smoke a bit.

When we keke and laugh, and when it’s time to sleep, she goes, “Come to bed. We’re gonna meditate.”

When we lay next to each other, still, and let a guided meditation put us to sleep, and my sleep is so peaceful.
When she wakes me at 6am by gently caressing my arm and saying my name in the kindest voice. “Cynthia? It’s time to wake up, love.”

When she leaves you matcha tea by your beside as you get ready.

When y’all leave together, her to work, and me to Port Authority.
The way she treated me, I don’t think I’ve ever been treated. Ever. By a lover or a friend. I felt so valued and SAFE.
CARED FOR.
NURTURED.
All the things I’ve wanted from a lover/partner. I got to experience it from my friend.

Fuck, she set the bar.
And don’t get me wrong, I’ve had numerous moments with my chosen family where I was loved, hard.

But cared for in THIS way? No questions asked, no words exchanged. The action. The intent. It was so genuine. She was so tender with her gestures. I believed every bit of it.
When your friendships fill you with parts of the love you wish to desire, you BECOME more patient for a romantic partner. You’re not tryna fill a void. Your circle reminds you love is fucking abundant, and orbits around you.

A partner adds to that, they’re not the missing piece.
Do your friendships mirror the love you not only want, but deserve?

Have you given yourself the chance to RECOGNIZE the friends in your life who want to love you that way? Do you let them? Do you feel full with your chosen fam?
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