I Love You But I’ll Never Read Your Substack

By Rebecca Morrison

Let me begin with the most honest thing I can say about writing and our friendship: I love you. Not the casual, emoji-laced love that comes with birthday texts and “this why we’re BFFs” memes, but the full-throated, thirty-text-analysis-over-a-rando-giving-you-side-eye-at-Trader-Joe’s kind of love.

I would organize your garage with a label-maker and a spreadsheet, while you sat on the couch sipping a LaCroix and saying things like, “I just have so much stuff,” as if ...