subject line: best friends for life. September 23, 2016 by Hannah Brencher The PNW I’m sitting at my kitchen table and my coffee is all cold and tastes like shit because I can’t stop thinking about him. We’ve been best friends since we were thirteen years old, and he’s never made a move. Over a decade later, he’s never made a move. On anyone. I don’t get it. We grew up together. Penned letters and emails. Sat at the same cafes. Went to the same Bible studies. Had the same friends. He’s seen me laugh and cry and lie and betray and cherish and come together and fall apart. He’s seen the curve of my back. He’s driven me miles further than any other guy. If anyone could love me, it’s him.