I got to thinking

About halfway through lockdown I started writing about the loves of my life, and I have no idea why. I’ve got to 13k words (I am not a writer) and it’s just pouring out of me. I’m like a volcano spewing love lava on to the page. 

I’ve started to include platonic loves as I’ve realised they play just as important role in shaping who I’ve become, giving me love lessons and they are the ones that are still around today. Having close friends of the opposite sex is so valuable, possibly quite rare, and I’m so grateful. It does make me wonder though, is there truly such a thing as a platonic friendship?