I’m generally a really cynical person. After my last relationship ended, I was ready to write off just about everything. Partially out of bitterness & partially out of “what’s the point of starting when it always ends?”

This past weekend showed me how that isn’t true about me at all. Phil has become the best friend I’ve ever wanted.

Friday we went to a metal show together. The passion he feels for music translates to very passionate feelings & other things……I don’t think any man could have made me feel more wanted than this past Friday night.

Saturday was kind of a lull day. He saw his close friends & I saw mine. Just proof that we’re two separate people & that we can be okay with that. Of course, he came over for movies & life talk later. What felt like 4 years went by. We talked about friends, relationships, what we hope for with our relationship, things that hurt us, things that make us happy, watched the food network until 4am, looked forward to the rest of the year.

Sunday, we went to the aquarium. Manta rays & really any sort of rays are my favorite animal. The aquarium was really small, not spectacular but of course, when we got to the rays at the end…I couldn’t hold it in & the tears came flowing.

He’s become my best friend in such little time. Sure, the things we do together we could do with other people. It’s just the degree of how meaningful it is when it’s just us. . is that much greater sometimes. Isn’t there a time we all feel some sort of affinity like that?

Happiness grips me so hard it chokes me because I just want it to last.

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