© 2010 Marissa Scott

She looked at Gabe. “You’ve got your car here, don’t you?”
“Yeah. We can take mine.”
She held out her hand. “Keys.”
He laughed. “I don’t think so. I’ve experienced the way you drive. I value my life.”
She huffed. “Seriously. You’re such a girl. My driving isn’t that bad.”
“Yeah, for NASCAR,” Jenn said with a laugh.
Felicity narrowed her eyes and pointed at Jenn. “Traitor.” She glared at Gabe who looked entirely too happy with himself. “Fine. You drive but first you need to remove that aura of smug. The smugness is not very chivalrous.”
Gabe’s lips twitched. “I didn’t realize I was trying for chivalrous. I was going for alive.”
Jenn laughed aloud and Felicity bit the side of her cheek to stop herself from doing the same.
Instead she shook her head. “You’re such a girl.”
“I think I’ve proven to you I’m anything but a girl.” His eyes smoldered with heat as his gaze met hers.
Oh boy, did he.

But now that we’re adults, we use BFF less and less, only using it when we truly mean it. Then there are those who say it but don’t really mean it. They think they do, but they don’t. They don’t mean to, well, lie, but they do because they well and truly believe they have what it takes to help maintain the BFF status or they depend on their partner in the BFF relationship to maintain it for them.
I happen to have one that fits the latter category and it weighs on me heavily.

I love my BFF, honestly I do. But sometimes I don’t like my BFF. There are times when he/she can’t see past himself/herself and leaves the maintenance of BFF to me. For the longest time I didn’t mind but now it’s become a burden. Because of that, I’m considering ending the BFF relationship. I hate to do it because (1) I hate to fail and (2) I love him/her but sometimes–sadly–love isn’t enough.