This is my profound thought of the day:
Platonic friends are like cheap cheeses: If you take them out, they might grow into something else. Something more. But, this “something more” might not be something you actually want at all, but a gross and inexplicably fuzzy mutated version of a cheese you once enjoyed.
So. There are cheeses, and then there are squeezes (those either being “main squeezes” or tertiary squeezes). A cheese doesn’t often become a squeeze, but you can tease a squeeze into becoming a cheese.
Think about it, won’t you?