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One of the most subtly hurtful and quietly damning of all remarks, perhaps quietly and
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sweetly delivered on the doorstep at the end of a long evening, with the taxi still hovering
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somewhere just out of sight, is the suggestion that we should in the end probably remain
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'just good friends'. We know exactly what to understand by this. The path towards a
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tender future is being gently but firmly closed off. We are, with a smile, being shunted into
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the category of the failed, the ignored and the lightly despised. The other must in some
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way have worked out the despicable truths about us – all the ones that we tried so
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hard to disguise and even to believe didn't exist – and has logically decided to take
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their leave. We return crushed to an apartment which we had left with butterflies and elevated
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hopes only a few hours before. We hear the invitation to a friendship as synonymous with
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insult because our Romantic culture has continuously, and from a young age, made one thing sharply
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clear to us: love is the purpose of existence; friendship is the paltry, depleted consolation
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prize. Though this seems like unsurprising common sense, what should detain us and encourage
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us to probe a little at the claims made on love's behalf is one basic source of evidence:
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the behaviour, level of satisfaction and state of mind of lovers themselves. If we were to
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judge love chiefly by its impact, by the extent of the tears, the depths of the frustrations,
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the viciousness of the insults that unfold in its name, we would not continue to rate
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it as we do and might indeed mistake it for a form of illness or aberration of the mind.
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The scenes that typically unfold between lovers would scarcely be considered imaginable outside
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of conditions of open hostility. Those we love, we honour with our worst moods, our
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most unfair accusations, our most wounding insults. It is to our lovers that we direct
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blame for everything that has gone wrong in our lives, it is they we expect to know everything
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we mean without bothering to explain it, it is to their minor errors and misunderstandings
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that we respond with sulks and rage. And, by comparison, in friendship, the supposedly
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worthless and inferior state whose mention should crush us at the end of a date, we bring
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our highest and noblest virtues. Here we are patient, encouraging, tolerant, funny and
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– most of all – kind. We expect a little less and therefore, by extension, forgive
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an infinite amount more. We do not presume that we will be fully understood, and so treat
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failings lightly and humanely. We don't imagine that our friends should admire us
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without reserve and stick by us whatever we do, and so we put in effort and behave, pleasing
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ourselves as well as our companions along the way. We are, in the company of our friends,
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our best selves. Paradoxically, it is friendship that offers us the real route to the pleasures
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that Romanticism associates with love. That this sounds surprising is only a reflection
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of how underdeveloped our day to day vision of friendship has become. We associate it
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with a casual acquaintance we see only once in a while to exchange inconsequential and
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shallow banter. But real friendship is something altogether more profound and worthy of exultation:
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it is an arena in which two people can get a sense of each other's vulnerabilities;
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appreciate each other's follies without recrimination, reassure one another as to
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their value and greet the sorrows and tragedies of existence with wit and warmth. Culturally
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and collectively, we have made a momentous mistake which has left us both lonelier and
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more disappointed than we ever needed to be. In a better world, our most serious goal would
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not be to locate one special lover with whom to replace all other humans, it would be to
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put our intelligence and energy into identifying and nurturing a circle of true friends. At
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the end of an evening, we would learn to say to certain prospective companions, with an
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embarrassed smile as we invited them inside – knowing that this would come across as
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a properly painful rejection – 'I'm so sorry, couldn't we just be… lovers?'
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