You sit across from me at the table, and we efficiently order together... that's us, a team. We talk about deep things as the salmon bruschetta arrives, and we smack and savor each bite as we chatter on about rent, basketball season, art, seasonal produce, and fantasies of future exotic vacations.And that's when I look at you...
my best friend
the only person that I could do this with
the man who became my family in less than a tenth of the time it took me to grow into my own
the one to whom I speak in hushed laughter before bed
the man whose breaths in the morning make all that's around me feel safe when dreams seem dangerous
the one whose kiss reaches the overflow of my heart as I stumble out to work
the one who looked at me and said, "Yes"
So, to you my friend... thank you for my favorite year yet.
