My best friend...

Naturally, when you think of someone as your best friend they are the person you tell all of your secrets to and confess all of your fears and dreams for the future. They are also someone you laugh with and tell your dumbest jokes to without fear of looking like a complete weirdo(and even if you are they still love you and might even laugh at the bad joke)And when you're having a bad day you immediately call them because you know they are the only person in the world that can make you feel better. I am very lucky because I am in love with my best friend.

It's taken me nearly 11 years to get my head out of my ass to realize he's The One for me. There was always a romanticised version of "the one" in my head. He really does exist. He is not a fantasy. He's flesh and bone. His name is Eric. He is all of the things I've ever wanted. Maybe even things I wanted in someone but didn't know I wanted. He's funny and weird(in the good way). He's charming and hopelessly romantic. He encourages my writing but also tells me not to push myself too hard. He watches any Jane Austen movie with me and doesn't complain when I drag him to antique stores. He even laughs when I get excited about "a really old book". This wonderful guy has always been my friend and I did consider him a really good friend and best friend, someone I could tell anything to, but now I really, truly understand what the words "best friend" mean. It's more than just laughing and joking around with someone(although we do that a lot). Eric is the person I tell everything to. And when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. I do it without fear of looking stupid or thinking I'm wrong because he loves me for me and unconditionally. He makes me feel wonderful and beautiful when I'm dressed up or even in a fleece pullover, no make up and my hair up in a knotted mess. He makes me feel unashamed and sexy when we make love. The passion we share for each other, in and out of the bedroom, is like nothing I've ever felt before. Yes, that was a little personal but why hold it back? I learned that from him, too. It's amazing the things you learn from someone in 11 years. I've also learned to embrace my "dark side" and let go of the angel I'm always trying to be. He's the person I can be "bad" with. I don't think he knows how much I love that. Now he does. And if he did know, he's relieved that I'm finally admitting it. ;-) I can be the real me around him without fear of being condemned for being weird or not the norm. For this and many other reasons I love him with all of my heart and soul.

I'm so grateful, thankful and blessed that I am able to call my lover my best friend but that is exactly what he is to me. And he always will be. He's my other half. The other piece of me. Without him I am not complete. He's my friend, lover, and future husband.