Monday, September 7, 2009
He is not perfect, but he is perfect for me.
He confidently wooed me even after I refused his first offer of marriage.
Back in the day, he rode his bike to campus to buy me tickets to a movie I'd been dying to see.
These days, he randomly brings me flowers.
He let me use his luscious locks to teach myself how to cut hair.
He bought my minivan because I told him it's the one I wanted.
He humored me with too many self-portrait attempts at the pool this summer.
And when he knew I needed it, he touched the small of my back and whispered, "I am your friend."
And he is. This man, he is my best friend.