Why Female Friendship Is the Real Love Story

When we talk about love, it’s almost always romantic. Candlelit dinners. Butterfly beginnings. Make-out playlists. From the stories we’re told to the ones we tell ourselves, romantic love is usually treated as the main event. The goal. The final act.

But what if the most transformative love stories don’t start with flirting out in the wild or an impulsive swipe right? What if they start on the floor of a bathroom at a party. Or in a shared look across the table when someone says something only the two of you will understand. What if they grow not out of desire, but devotion. Not from lust, but deep and radical care.

Because the truth is this: female friendship is a love story. One that’s rarely written about, even though it writes itself all over our lives.

So this is an ode to the lovers we love on another level. The women who hold our hair back, hold our secrets, hold our pain, hold our dreams. They are the ones we call when something goes wrong, and sometimes, the only ones we trust to tell us what’s actually right.

They love us when we forget how. They talk us down and hype us up. They are there before the crush, after the breakup, in the middle of the spiral. These friendships are full of intimacy. Real intimacy. Not filtered through sex or expectation, but through something deeper. A knowing. A choosing. A staying.

You share clothes. You share beds. You say “I love you” without flinching. You cry on each other’s kitchen floors, whether it’s tears of laughter or pain. You spend years in orbit, learning each other's rhythms and rewiring what love can look like.

It's a tenderness that sits outside the dominant story, but it’s one so many of us live by, because at the end of the day, platonic intimacy is still very much intimacy.

But while romantic relationships come with a ready-made manual - anniversaries, titles, milestones, entire genres of music and film - our closest friendships often go unnamed and uncelebrated. 

Romantic love has a whole language built around it: we say boyfriend, partner, breakup, the one. We’re taught how it begins, how it’s meant to unfold, how it might end. But there’s no word for the ache of growing apart from a friend you once called every day. No cultural ritual for toasting a decade of pep talks, unconditional support and dancing. (Don't forget the dancing!) And yet, these bonds, often between women, are some of the deepest, most sustaining connections we’ll ever have.

Female friendships are often the emotional anchor of our lives. They hold history. They hold context. They hold you when you don’t even know what you need. And because they’re not built on sexual chemistry, they’re often built to last.

And when they end, it hurts. Friendship breakups are a special kind of heartbreak. There are no clear rules for how to grieve for them. No rituals to make sense of what’s gone. Just the hollow ache of absence, and the quiet pain of someone knowing everything about you, then slowly knowing nothing at all.

Perhaps we should call it what it is. A true love story. One that holds our mess and our magic. Love that has shaped us, stretched us, saved us. That isn’t waiting in the wings. It is the whole dam show.

This Women’s Month, we’re not just toasting romantic partners, mothers, or icons. We’re also raising a glass to the girls, the sisters, the ride-or-dies. We’re celebrating the women who were there before, during and after it all. The ones who stayed. Who see us. Who make us laugh when we want to disappear. Who teach us how to show up and how to rest. Who remind us what it means to be loved. Who taught us how to love ourselves by loving us, exactly as we are. Here’s to them. Here’s to us.

Let’s start calling female friendship what it really is: A love story.

P.S. We’ll be running a Women’s Day Giveaway for you and your girlie, because what’s better than winning with your bestie? We’re giving away a toy plus a bunch of Please goodies. So keep an eye on our socials for all the details.