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Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2275963
Sometimes, friendship love is better than romance love. (Warning: small religious themes)
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What comes to mind when you think about love? For most people, it's romantic love. When you think of "love songs", you don't normally think about familial love or friendship love. You will automatically think about romance. Love songs are flooded everywhere. In radios, television shows, movies, stores. Everywhere. You can't escape them. The only escape is your own playlist. A playlist filled with positive nonromantic tunes.

Ever since Stephon and I broke up, I started to think about the definition of love. According to the Internet, love is "an intense feeling of deep affection" or "a great interest and pleasure in something". That type of love didn't have to be romantic. I looked to the Bible (yes, the Bible) and it showed a great example that Jesus sacrificed His life for our sins. There were many more examples than that, but that one stuck out to me. That's another thing about love. It's a sacrifice.

Since Stephon and I were no longer together, I decided to improve my relationships with other people. I have started on my family (my parents and brother). Then, I would move next with my long-time best friend, Imani. We decided to meet up outside our favorite coffee shop, Rise & Shine. We took a seat outdoors and enjoyed our coffee. I decided to pay for Imani's drink. The barista looked at me as if to say, "Why don't you pay for your boyfriend instead?"

In this society, citizens were expected to be with their lover as much as they could. Little did they know, it was impossible. If we were going to do something nice for someone, we would be expected to do it for our significant others. If one were single, they would be heavily frowned upon. People must understand that we needed a balance. Spending too much time with one person and ignoring others could become unhealthy. I just learned that. In this society, friendship love, or philia, was just as frowned upon as being single. Even though you were allowed to have friends, you were not expected to spend so much time with them after turning eighteen. However, you wouldn't get as many looks if you and your friend had a double date. I felt that these expectations were not fair. These were not crimes, so what was wrong with hanging with a friend?

"Thank you so much for meeting with me, Imani," I said.

Imani smiled. "No problem, girl. It's about time you let go of that jerk."

I sighed. "I know. He's not a jerk, though. He thought that it'd be best for us to spend time with our other loved ones. We've been spending so much time together that we've been abandoning everyone else."

"That's okay. You know what happened with me and Richard."

"Yes," I said quickly. Imani and Richard were inseparable. I could barely call her phone without being left a voice message.

"So, yeah. It's good to take a break," Imani stirred her coffee. "Speaking of breaks, are you two just taking a break or are you done for good?"

I couldn't help but feel sad. Even though I loved Stephon deeply, we had to let each other go. We were too involved in each other's lives.

"For good," I whispered.

Imani looked disappointed. "I don't want you to do that. You two obviously love each other. I feel like one day, you two could get married and-"

"I thought you didn't like him," I interrupted.

"I don't. But you obviously love him, and he makes you happy, so if you're both ready, you could get back together."

"But what if he finds someone else?"

"Then, you do the same."

I nodded.

Imani chuckled. "Okay, that's enough boy talk. Let's focus on us."


We talked more about our work lives. Imani thought about opening up a beauty business. She was going to have her own hair salon and I would be her first customer.

People passing by looked at us as if we were crazy.

"Just ignore them, Delonda," Imani said as she noticed me peering at the onlookers. "They're just random people who can't mind their own business."

I grabbed my coffee and sipped it.

"Uh-oh," Imani said, sounding annoyed.


"Lisa-Marie is coming our way."

Lisa-Marie Hoffman was the blonde bimbo from high school who would have this fake "nice girl" attitude. I would always suspect that she was up to something. She came to us with a cup of coffee (from another shop) in her hand and sunglasses resting against her nose. She was with her high school sweetheart, Keenan Maxwell. His obnoxious Ken-like hair was being swayed gently by the wind.

"Hello, ladies," Lisa-Marie cheered with her plastic smile.

"Hi," Imani and I said flatly.

"Where are your boyfriends?" She looked between us.

"We don't need one, Lisa," Imani said. "Delonda and I have each other."

"Oh, wonderful!" Lisa took a swig of her coffee. Then, she whispered to Keenan, "How pathetic." Keenan responded with a snicker.

"Look, what do y'all want?" Imani snapped.

Lisa looked back to us. "I just wanted to let you girls know that Keenan and I are engaged. We're madly in love! We will let you know when the wedding is arranged. Okay, toodles!" She skipped away with her fiancé.

I couldn't help but feel lonely again. A yearning for love. Not for friendship love. But love from a man. Stephon. My Stephon. I shook the thought off. I was with Imani now. It was rude for me to think of Stephon when I was with my best friend.

"Here's to being friends." I held my cup up for a toast.

She clinked her cup with mine and we drank to it.

Prompt: Love
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