I married my best friend. I can honestly say that is the most amazing thing I have ever done, and the best thing I have ever done. How wonderful! I knew from the moment I met him that this guy was something special, that I never wanted to be apart from him. Something clicked so amazingly, like nothing ever had before. I knew this man was sent for me and I for him. The bond we share is unlike anything I have experience, and beyond anything I could ever hope for.
Sometimes I dream about what our life will be like. What our children will be like, how their personalities will be. Where we will end up. I don't know the answer to any of that. All I know is that I will be there with him, my best friend. God opened my eyes to love the day I met Tom. Before him I had no real aspirations for love or a relationship... I was young and having fun. I didn't even know if I wanted to get married. Or if I would simply travel the world and have random lovers here and there. I thought that sounded so exotic. Travel the world and meet new people, live with reckless abandon. Then I met Tom.
Everything changed. I changed. Suddenly I wasn't as irresponcible anymore. I had someone I cared about more than myself to think about before I did something stupid (and believe me, I did ALOT of stupid things back in the day). He showed me love so pure and so true it was almost too good to be true. I wondered if it was. I looked for excuses, reasons why I didn't believe him. I pushed him away, I tested his boundaries. I wasn't the best girlfriend to him. But he stayed. He loved me so much he stayed. I was afraid to let anyone in, to love anyone new for fear I would loose them. This man was different though. This man understood me better than I understood myself.
He and I started talking online via facebook. I would read the notes he wrote and his words were so wonderful. I was so drawn to this man I didn't even know through the words he wrote. I had to meet him. A very bold move on my part, usually the shy type waiting for the man to make the first move. When I walked into the bar that night, I didn't know what to expect. My stomach was turning knots. To tell the truth, it didn't go that well at first. We were both horribly shy. We sat, made small talk. I knew I liked him, I had fallen for him before I even met him. I was so horrified he didn't like me in return. The beer was flowing, and the music ended and he left. We said our goodbyes. Things felt so incomplete when he left. I immediately texted him and asked him to come back and go to a friends with me. The rest is history. We spent the entire night together on her couch. Talking for hours and hours about everything. Both of us were far too excited to fall asleep. I kissed him first :) My nose was red for days after that from all the eskimo kisses we shared. It even started peeling like a sunburn. I looked like Rudolph but didn't care because I had found him. My beloved.
Four months later he asked me to marry him and gave me a piece of string for an engagement ring until he could get a real one. I still have that piece of green string. That was one of the most wonderful days of my life. A year and 5 months after that I became his wife.
I tell him all the time, but feel like I still haven't been able to express just how much I love him, and just how much he means to me. I don't have the words to tell him how much he has done for me, and how gratefull I am that he is my other half. My soul mate. My very best friend.
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