I have friends, lots of them.
I have very close friends, lots of them too.
I have best friends and a couple bff's.
However, I'm not married to any of them.
Nope.
I am married to my lover, the one that owns my heart and invades my soul.
He is so much more than a best friend.
I have no friends that make my heart flutter, take my breath away or know my inmost fears like him. He is the warm cozy blanket that wraps me in prayer and reassurance.
We have infiltrated each other's walls and burrowed a tunnel to become rooted in the deepest soil.
Not half-time, down-time, spare-time or sometimes.
He is not my better half, he is my best half.
He doesn't just float my boat, he is the captain of my ship.
There is no other that gets to carry the awesome title of husband. No other that can fill that George shaped void in my heart.
Alright, friend, best friend and lover all wrapped up into one.
We might not always get it right on the first, second or third try, but we still get the full snow cone.
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