It's Tuesday, which seems like a perfect day to be in love. My best friend is in love, but she's always in love. We both are, it's just that she's more willing to share it with me than I seem to be with anyone else. She pastes me love notes that he sends her, and I get to laugh at their grammer flaws, spelling errors. It's sweet, sickly sweet with their wavery sincerity. I want him to love her, need him to, just as much as she does. I can't stand her to be unhappy. She puts up with all my bullshit, and is thus worth her weight in gold. And when she's at home in bed, crying, who do I have to smoke with? Exactly. I am in love, and always have been, and probably always will be. Friend-love, my Lainers. Otherwise should be inconsequetial to you, whoever you may be.