My Best Friend

There have been a lot of people tell me I should stop dating my boyfriend, or at the very least insinuate it. And while everybody is more than welcome to their opinion, it helps when that opinion is formed off of some knowledge of the people involved, and the people that tell me this hardly know him if they know him at all. Not just that, but they don't understand what they're telling me I should give up. So I'm going to explain it for those people, and maybe after reading this they'll understand why I could never give him up. What I have with him is something I've dreamed about my whole life, but had given up hope of ever finding. Someone who loves me for me; not for what I can do for him or because I make him feel better when he has a bad day or because I can make him laugh, but somebody who loves EVERY little thing about me down to me snorting when I laugh and that I still love to color. Someone who loves me enough to remember my favorite flavor Starbucks frappuccino even though I like them all. Someone who, in the middle of a fight, can say "Stop! We both need to calm down and talk about this like rational human beings, not rabid beasts at each other throats." Someone who can hold me when all I want to do is hit something. Someone who really knows me. Beyond my favorite flavor Starbucks frappuccino. Someone who knows things about me that sometimes I don't even see until I'm told, like the fact that I'm slightly claustrophobic. Someone who knows, just by looking at my face, when I'm in a bad mood and pesters me until I let it out because he knows it's better for me than keeping it bottled up. Someone who knows what's bothering me and only asks me because I need to voice it. Someone who I can just sit with and not talk as comfortably as staying up all night and talking about nothing. Someone who I can talk to about anything and everything and will do the same back. Someone I can be open and honest with and not worry that he'll take advantage of my thoughts and feelings. Somebody not threatened by me being friends with other guys, or that one of my ex's is still one of my best friends. Somebody who is comfortable with having different friends and spending time with those friends separately. Somebody who can get me out of my comfort zone, who can make me get out there and do things, like go four wheeling, snowmobiling, riding on a motorcycle, playing basketball. Somebody to DO things with. Somebody as comfortable in a fancy restaurant as they are in McDonald's. Somebody with the same thoughts and opinions about important things like raising children. Someone willing to work things out when there's a disagreement. Somebody who can admit when he's wrong, but also won't let me get away with it when I am. Somebody who won't let me walk all over him but won't do that to me either. Somebody who treats me as his equal. Someone who takes care of me and who takes care of himself. Someone I trust, without any hesitation whatsoever, and who trusts me equally as much. Somebody who, when he tells me I'm beautiful, isn't just looking at my physical appearance. Somebody who can actually make me feel beautiful. Someone who puts me first. Someone who's OK with my hobbies and even though he isn't into them tries to be for my sake. Somebody who pushes me to be better, but never makes me feel like I'm not the best I can possibly be. Someone who I want to become a better person for. Someone who will help me change things in my life that need to be changed. Somebody who can teach me to stick up for myself and stop letting people take advantage of me and use me. Someone who doesn't think I'm silly when I say that one day I'm going to finish the book I've been writing for years and become a world famous author. Someone who tells me that the big unattainable goals in my life are reachable and that he'll help me reach them if he can. Somebody who loves me unconditionally, who even when I'm at my worst will sit there and tell me he loves me and mean it every time. Someone who doesn't judge me when I make mistakes because he knows neither one of us is perfect. Somebody who makes me happy, deep down inside. Somebody I can depend on when life gets rough and seems to be falling apart. I wanted a dream guy basically. And I found him. Years of settling for less and less of what I wanted because I thought who I wanted didn't exist, of being hurt over and over again, led me to him. He's healed things inside me that had hurt for so long I'd forgotten they were hurting. He's fixed parts of me I didn't know were broken. And all of that was just with his friendship. He has shown me what true love really is, not just between a guy and a girl, but between every human being. I've learned that children are not the only precious and fragile people in my life. I've learned that friendship is the most important part of any relationship. That without that, you've missed the whole point of love. Iv'e found my best friend. The best thing that ever happened to me.