To all the pseudo boyfriends I kissed before

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I think one of the worst things I did for my mental state was decide that my ex boyfriend was my “best friend.” It was months before we would eventually decide to date. At the time, we were neighbors, we were sleeping together, and we were not going to date. But we drank espresso on the roof and cooked Sunday dinners just the two of us and woke up in ea…