I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friendBullet-point explanation:
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
- He is the very definition of my best friend. I feel perfectly fine sharing everything with him without fear of judgment. I know he'll always be there for me, and I'll always be there for him. We love hanging out together. It's a great friendship, and a strong structure to build a relationship.
- And yet, we broke up in 2007 for quite a bit of time. And I'm glad it happened because if I hadn't been where I had been (ha!), I really wouldn't be able to fully appreciate how perfectly unconventionally functional we are.
- It's so reassuring to know that no matter where I go, I know I can always go home again. To open arms. (Hmm, that's another song, isn't it?)
Dima - You make me smile. You make me laugh. You make me want to throw my arms up in frustration. And sometimes, you make me want to strangle you and plot a good place to stash your 6'3" body so that no one would ever even knew you were missing because you drive me NUTS! Yep, I love you. And I'm ever-so-lucky that you love me, too. Thank you. (:
< / mushiness >

I wish I read this earlier, you have been so sweet
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