Best friends

Let me tell you about my best friend: blonde, blue eyes, obsessed with surfing/economics/coffee. He’s 5’11” and will go hiking in Sperrys. We met during orientation week while trying to hop a three foot fence. I ended up falling on my back, and he helped me up. Boom– a friendship was born.

We do everything together: sit on his bed crossed legged gossiping like sorority girls, cram for exams in the University Union, you name it. He is my other half, and I really don’t know how I’m going to survive this summer so far away from him (okay, okay, LA and San Diego aren’t that far, but still).

Anyways, time to get to the point. I came back from a party last night with some girls on my floor, and I went up to his room to see if he was still awake. I caught him right before bed, and we swapped recaps of the night. I was still drinking water at this point, but a wave of exhaustion hit me so we cuddled under the covers. I sobered up fast.

He held me as we shared our favorite things about each other and what we meant to the other person. I scratched his back as he stroked my cheek and ran his fingers through my hair. Our noses were touching. He held my face in his hands. His lips brushed mine lightly, and we both hesitated. A moment passed and we kissed again, this time more sure of ourselves. Another moment, and we were making out.

I was making out with my best friend and it was absolutely perfect. I don’t think I can put into words how safe I felt last night, in his arms with his lips on mine. Yeah, this morning was a little awkward, but I know our friendship will survive. As I type this sitting across from him in the UU, I feel completely content without any regrets.

He’s my best friend.

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