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Sometimes that initial attraction fades. Relationships evolve, and sometimes that shift means moving from something romantic to something simply wonderful: a friendship. It can be a little comforting to realize that even when the romance isn't there, the bond can still be meaningful. It doesn't always happen immediately, though. There might be fee