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Meant to Be

Falling in love with your best friend can be daunting--she already knows where the bodies are buried, which might seem comforting, but also, holy freaking God, you've got no secrets. 

The defenses have already been breached, 'cause it's always been her job to be manning them, holding your hand through all your earlier romantic fiascoes, like that time you thought you were on a date with the cute chick from your LGBT lit seminar and she started telling you about her dog and her husband over dinner.

You just know, going in, that if it doesn't work, you're gonna be left more alone than you've ever been in your life. 

I think it's sometimes hard for people who know us now to imagine that we really were just friends for the first seven years of our relationship.  Sometimes I think they wonder if we mark that span with a little regret, wish we had gotten together earlier.

To which I say, A world of no.

The universe set us a clock and it ticked over at the exact right time.

Happy anniversary, babe.

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(Anonymous)
Sep. 1st, 2008 12:07 pm (UTC)
nice work!
Congratulations, you two.

-Krista
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