Jason is your best friend. He’s YOUR Jason. Platonically. In a not weird way. He knows everything about you, and vice versa. You talk to each other about EVERYTHING. You’re dealing with relationship issues and talking to him about it on the phone. He hates talking on the phone but he does it with you because you’re bad at answering texts and he loves you and would do anything for you. Platonically. There’s suddenly silence. Then you say, “I’m platonically in love with you. Thank you.”