It’s a sobering thought to realise that the people you adore might not, perhaps, feel the exact same way about you. I must have known this once, years ago, as I have distinct memories of embarrassing and stalker-y crushes and infatuations – romantic and platonic – but twelve years with…

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In a word – yes. At school, friends are the most important thing. I remember the sharing of secrets, the phone calls that went on for hours (even though you had been with them all day), the swapping of packed lunches on the school field and the weekend sleepovers. As…

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