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Yeah, best friend? What the hell, i wish i had that kinda relations with my best friends...
As the old saying goes: "BROJOB! BROJOB! CHOOCHOO!"
Don't let your dreams be dreams
Have you asked them if they would want that? Serious question.
Edit: sometimes I think we are too shy when it comes to telling our friends about our feelings and wishes and too judgemental when they tell us theirs. Why does knowing something intimate about each other have to be awkward? I'd rather have them tell me something I don't want to fulfill than find out after 20 years that there's something we both wanted and never talked about.
Had a "relationship" like this with my ex. Lots of "sexish" things, dates, furniture building together, inside jokes to denote "drop everything, it's cuddle time". First week we met after a long time of no-contact (we dated, broke it up, then she reached out after a few years and we started working together) we locked so hard in deep conversation, that we almost burned the house down (we left a pot of boiling soup on the stove; then remembered about it a few times and conciously decided not to check it because we were feeling so great talking). We thought "oh we are just talking for 10 mins, it's fineeee" when that shit went on for hours.
Yet it "wasn't a relationship" after it fell apart. That shit ruins a person. I basically felt gaslit hard, questioning my sanity, the choices I made. Still trying to recover really