On Thursday, for the sixth time, they decided that, from now on, they would be just friends.

Just.

They have loads of other friends. Most of them are friends. That’s it. A few best friends. Some old friends, a couple of oldest friends. Some family friends. If you’re a friend, it can be anything. It can be wonderful. Rosé on the beach. Late night phone calls. Or it can be not much at all really. A hug and a chinwag at a birthday party once a year. Just friends. Is a special kind of nothing at all. Where it’s actually everything, put in a little drawer and locked with a key.