To my best friend's guy...

To my best friend's guy:

So you're dating my best friend.
Let me start by saying, I am NOT your enemy.
I know there are tons of girls who are overprotective of their best friends and often interrogate you and might sometimes be hostile, but I am here as your friend.

I am here to tell you that I am on your side, because I am on her side.


Let me first tell you about our friendship.

She and I have been friends for years.
I've been there for all the heartbreaks and all the loves.
I've seen her at her best and at her worst.
We've laughed together.
We've cried together.
She will eat literally anything I cook and we always eat off each others' plates at restaurants.
We stay up late searching new bands and finding new songs to fall in love with.
She's always bringing me little gifts, just because that's the kind of person she is.
She's that friend who is 10,000 times more attractive than me, but still firmly believes we are equal.
She is humble and honest.
And she is literally one of the best things in my life.

Having said that, I do not want to see her get hurt. Ever.
When her heart breaks, so does mine.
When she is sad, we stay up late and talk about it.
When she's crying, I bring her ice cream.
When you have completely ruined her day, I show her the positives.

When you two fight, I rationalize with her.
I tell her when she's wrong.
When she wants to keep hounding you, and text you one more time, I tell her to stop.
I tell her when you need space.
I tell her when to let it go, and that you'll come around in your own time.
And when you smashed her heart to pieces, I wouldn't let her tell anyone at work.
I wouldn't let her slander your name or your work reputation, even though you very much deserved it.
When she deserved to call you every name in the book, I told her to stop.
When I literally wanted to punch you in the throat, I kept quiet.
Because someday she might forgive you, and because of that-- I have to forgive you too.

I make her be the better person, because that's what she'd do for me.

She and I are the same.
We're friends because we share the same flaws.
We're both pushovers and we'll let you walk all over us, every chance you get.
But I take my flaw and try to fix it in her.
I remind her that loving you doesn't always make her happy.
And I also remind her when she needs to forgive you.

I make her let go of your shortcomings.
And I remind her that she's better than you.
Because she is. Every inch of her.

I make you prove yourself not only to her, but to me.
Because watching you yell at her, saying awful things, insulting her, looking at other women and pointing out the ones that are attractive, blowing her off because she's not worth your time...
All of those things make me lose faith in my own relationships.
Because she and I are the same.

So, as a man, you are proving that not all men suck.

And I will point out when you don't.
I will point out when you're trying.
I will point out when she needs to give you a break.
I will fight for your happiness as much as hers.

Because I am on your side.

I don't want her to give up on men or lose faith in humanity.
I can recognize when you've just had a bad day.
And I don't want her to end up alone.
I want her to fall in love and get married.
I want all of her dreams to be fulfilled.
And I want her to have that with you.

But if you're not the one.
If you're making her life harder.
If you're hurting her.
I will tell her to end it.
I will write her breakup speech and drive her to your house.
And I will nurse yet another broken heart.
Because she is my friend and I love her and she deserves the best.

So, as her friend, I expect you to respect me.
You don't have to like me or understand my choices.
But you have to know that it comes out of love.
Because I'm fighting for her.
And you should too.

Fight for her and you will win.
Fight for her and you'll win me too.

Because at the end of the day, it's about her happiness.
And when she's happy, I'm happy.

And I hope she's happy with you.

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