Sure, I have women friends—tons of them. But, none of those girls is my best friend. In fact, none of them come close.
My boyfriend makes me laugh, more than I have ever laughed before. He makes me love my quirks. He makes me appreciate my flaws. He finds my deepest worries and he soothes them effortlessly. On my darkest days, he is there for me with open arms. In my brightest moments, he basks in the sunshine as a true partner should. He always talks to me with respect and kindness, and even at our worst moments, he knows exactly how to communicate with me.
He shows me that life doesn’t always have to be a race, there are moments of beauty to stop and enjoy. He inspires me every single day—in and out—with all of the passion and ambition he inhabits. He makes me feel like anything in life is possible—that anything I dream of in life is possible.
He makes me a better me.
At the end of the day, a friendship—a true friendship—should be about love, appreciation, respect, and honesty. Thus far in my life, I have never met another living, breathing soul that shows these more than him. So, sure, I have girlfriends. I have female friends I’ll grab a drink with. Some I’ll sit down and have dinner with. I have some who I’d even go on a weekend getaway with. But, at the end of the day, no one comes close to my boyfriend, and I’ll never be ashamed to celebrate that.