Herbert Gold ’46, in his original New York Times review of Against Joie de Vivre, wrote: “Mr.
Maybe you're lucky enough to see your BFF every day, or perhaps you don't see them nearly as often as you'd like—but none of that matters one little bit when it comes to a true companionship.
When a friendship is special, it can feel like your bestie has known you your entire life.
On the other hand, the Stoic definition of love (“Love is the attempt to form a friendship inspired by beauty”) seems to suggest that friendship came first.
Certainly a case can be made that the buildup of affection and the yearning for more intimacy, without the release of sexual activity, keeps friends in a state of sweet-sorrowful itchiness that has as much romantic quality as a love affair.