I have a male friend who I have known since I was 18 and I am now 76. We live some distance apart but keep in touch with occasional meet ups, email etc. His wife has never been jealous of me and I am grateful.
During the worst of covid I chatted on the phone and told him that I valued our friendship and that he was the brother I never had. He often calls me Sis and I call him Bro.
Last week he sent me an old sepia photo from the late 1960s of the two of us going for a walk on the B’ham canal, near where we both worked together. It brought back such happy memories.
There is such a thing as a platonic friendship.
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