She spills coffee all the way down her white shirt? That means I purposefully dribble the dark liquid down mine, too. She’s way overdressed for the occasion and feeling awkward? Alright then I guess I’ll paint on the red lipstick to make her feel comfortable. I got a flat tire at midnight in the middle of nowhere? Just a minute and she’ll be here to keep me company in the pitch black dark of the countryside. What, I’m over analyzing again and desperately need to talk to her so I call about 50 times until she picks up? She doesn’t mind. Or what about when I make her mad? Or she does something that upsets me? We forgive because we have been forgiven. This is friendship.