“Experts on romance say for a happy marriage there has to be more than a passionate love. For a lasting union, they insist, there must be a genuine liking for each other. Which, in my book, is a good definition for friendship.” – Marilyn Monroe
Nine years ago my mind was blown. I was standing next to my dad. He was standing next to Dave. Dave stood next to Patrick. Patrick next to Stu. Stu next to Jimmy. I’d had a few beers already, but that wasn’t enough to slow the butterflies in my stomach. I looked at the people sitting down. There were quite a few people sitting. My eyes blurred and the people became one. My mind slowed and then, bam!
She appeared from the doorway more beautiful than I thought possible. I had seen her many times. I even saw her that morning, but I had never seen her like this. Her strong shoulders were exposed and her beautiful face was framed by wisps of her delicate hair. Her eyes welled. My mind blew.
That day I promised and vowed to be Laura’s biggest fan and best friend. I never had a best friend until I met Laura. I only had better friends. Some were better than others, but when I met her, I knew. It wasn’t even a gut feeling, it just felt right. It was the opposite feeling than when I have deja vu. My stomach felt warm and calm. My body felt numb. My heart was full.
You know it’s funny, looking back at that day. Where we started to where we are today. This morning Laura and I dropped off our first-born at her new school for her first day of kindergarten. It was one of those feelings again. I felt it in my stomach. I almost didn’t know what to do. Much like the feeling I had nine years ago. Laura’s eyes welled. My mind blew.
This little girl. This little girl that I could fit on my chest just a few years ago, we dropped off at school and left her in the care of her teacher. Who would imagine that. The 23-year-old boy standing at the altar was never thinking that the woman he was ogling down the aisle would produce such a wonderful package that would make us both so proud. God damn, that 29 year was beyond gorgeous! The 38-year-old is beyond gorgeous.
A lot of things can happen in nine years. We have lived in seven different places in two different states. We’ve had two dogs and one cat. We’ve had two children. We’ve been poor. We’ve been secure. We’ve been hungry. I’ve been fat. We’ve been lucky. We’ve been blessed. We’ve laughed. We’ve cried. We’ve fought. We’ve loved. We’ve become one.
One family. A husband. A wife. A daughter. A son. My 23-year-old self at the altar would be so happy to know how this is turning out. I’ve had friends marry and divorce or cheat or fall out of love or forget why they fell in love. It truly breaks my heart to see them hurt that way. That’s not how it’s supposed to be. I feel so lucky that someone like Laura is in my life. She is my best friend.
I’ve shared all my secrets with her. She is the only one who knows certain things about me. She may know me better than I know myself. It’s funny, because lately, like the past year, we tend to say the same thing at the same time. We respond to a question the same way. We ask for something the same way. Friends tend to copy and admire each other. And that is what this is. A friendship. That is the secret to true love, folks. You have to be friends before you can be more.
every dream starts the same
i’m lying next to my best friend
her hair is deep brown
her smile is fills the room
her eyes flirt with seduction
she doesn’t say anything
her cute nose wrinkles
her dimples smile
her breath orgasms
she is wearing a white dress and
her strong shoulders want a kiss
I kiss them
blood rushes to my head
I wake up.
my one and only
Thank you for promising to be my best friend, Laura Love. Every day I wake up I get to see my dream. I live a dream. Two kids and a beautiful wife. I must have done something right in the previous life. I promise the next nine years will be just as exciting and fresh and new and joyful as the first nine. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Please to enjoy.