Now you do NOT have to tell me how cheesy it is to say that you married your best friend, I'm fully aware and I'm fully okay with it. I thought I would take this day to talk about my husband and my best friend.
I met him in Subway, you all know the story. Tall hunky blonde man makes a comment about Canada while we were both in line for Subway. He then became friends with me and my roommates which was pretty cool. He was always over (I'm the only one that was actually okay with that- because he's such a dope guy). For about a month after I met him I just wanted to be around him all the time, and I promise you it's not because I liked him at all- I didn't. I thought he was awesome and he always listened to my problems and let me vent about guys that I liked actually.
But there was something about him that I just loved.
Then this guy decided he wanted to bring up the idea of us dating. I told him I thought it was a good idea and he said, "Meh, I've already decided it's not going to happen."
Well okay, you all know how that worked out.
Two days later he decided he couldn't live without me and asked me on a date. So, on May 13th, 2014 we went on our first date. It was magical.
It wasn't. It was actually kind of awkward going on a date with a guy that I usually just talked to about nothing in particular.
But what a freaking stud. Six days later as he was saying bye he accidentally slipped, "I love you." And he has said it to me multiple times every day since then.
So, here's my best friend. The guy who loves that pillow sounds like hello. The guy who will think about the politics of Pretty Little Liars with me, and the stud who always says I look great- even when everyone around knows he's just sucking up. He's been my best friend for over a year and I get to be best friends with him forever!
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