Best

My favorite thing about Rob is that he's my best friend. All this time, although we've been close, I've been thinking in the back of my mind that if he really knew what I'm like underneath, he'd run screaming in the opposite direction. During one of our conversations this weekend, I realized that he already sees through me in precisely those areas where I felt I'd done the best job of muddying the waters. And yet, he's still around. He knows me, yet he still loves me. It's funny. I attended church for years for no other reason than to find this feeling -- and I never once truly believed, until now, that anyone could know me intimately and still love me. But he does. I guess he's like Christ, only not a myth.

I'd like to write more about that (like how strange it feels to have accomplished none of the goals I used to hold for adulthood except the one that seemed least likely: building a fulfilling love life), but I should get back to packing my things. I can't believe I'm moving in with my boyfriend! But even more exciting than that, I can't believe I get to move in with my best friend.