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It's quite strange. Only realised a few weeks back that this is the first anniversary of Kris and I sharing a house together.
It's funny, because there have been so many people saying through my life "You should never share a house with your best friend" Including me.
(I shared a house with my best friend in the second year and we ended up on barely speaking terms. I felt somewhat justified after Uni when it turned out that ~no-one~ she shared with was ever on speaking terms with her. Yes, I know I'm shallow. Yes, I'm still gloating)
We also had people going the other way. Usually the ones that were 99% convinced that we were a couple, or thought that we should be, or thought it politer to assume we were or that we weren't. Or thought other things, I'm sure (as someone's bound to add something) But the general gist was: "You move in together, you'll end up a couple" Especially when they found out we occasionally sleep together.
And none of them were right. We're still just as we were, but more so. He is still my best friend; my occasional lover; my six-foot hot water bottle; my colleague when I have something web-related I can't handle or need a staring point or a second opinion for a creation; my co-conspirator when it comes to the illicit purchasing of take-aways and cuddly toys; my disciplinarian when I really need to work; the bane of my life when I want to talk and he's playing computer games; my entertainment when he's playing computer games and I'm in the mood to cheerlead, my friend when I ~need~ to talk; my sparring partner and my brother-in-all-but-blood (hell, even my dog likes him)
And I know that when one of us finds someone that we need more, want more, love more, we're still going to have room for each other in our lives (I'm under no illusion that it's going to be easy... everyone knows you get jealous enough when your best friend finds a new beau, without everything else we've heaped on top of it) But I have faith that whether the ups and downs that will cause take days, weeks, months, or even years to work through, we'll still be friends at the end. I have great faith in this friendship. I know that's probably a huge temptation of fate. But hell, we've both tried at times as hard as is humanly possible to destroy it. I think it's tougher than either of us.
The toast I made tonight: "To a great year together; to many great years, wherever they shall be; and to always being part of each other's lives, even when we're old and married and living at different ends of the earth with tribes of grandkids"
Hollywood can go fuck itself. It is possible to be friends. Sometimes "I love you but I'm not in love with you" is the sweetest phrase in the English language. Or any other.
He's playing some reincarnated bastard of a DOS adventure game next door now. The sound is kind of reassuring. In a while I'm going to go through there and clip him round the ear for ignoring our one-year in-the-house anniversary :-)
It's funny, because there have been so many people saying through my life "You should never share a house with your best friend" Including me.
(I shared a house with my best friend in the second year and we ended up on barely speaking terms. I felt somewhat justified after Uni when it turned out that ~no-one~ she shared with was ever on speaking terms with her. Yes, I know I'm shallow. Yes, I'm still gloating)
We also had people going the other way. Usually the ones that were 99% convinced that we were a couple, or thought that we should be, or thought it politer to assume we were or that we weren't. Or thought other things, I'm sure (as someone's bound to add something) But the general gist was: "You move in together, you'll end up a couple" Especially when they found out we occasionally sleep together.
And none of them were right. We're still just as we were, but more so. He is still my best friend; my occasional lover; my six-foot hot water bottle; my colleague when I have something web-related I can't handle or need a staring point or a second opinion for a creation; my co-conspirator when it comes to the illicit purchasing of take-aways and cuddly toys; my disciplinarian when I really need to work; the bane of my life when I want to talk and he's playing computer games; my entertainment when he's playing computer games and I'm in the mood to cheerlead, my friend when I ~need~ to talk; my sparring partner and my brother-in-all-but-blood (hell, even my dog likes him)
And I know that when one of us finds someone that we need more, want more, love more, we're still going to have room for each other in our lives (I'm under no illusion that it's going to be easy... everyone knows you get jealous enough when your best friend finds a new beau, without everything else we've heaped on top of it) But I have faith that whether the ups and downs that will cause take days, weeks, months, or even years to work through, we'll still be friends at the end. I have great faith in this friendship. I know that's probably a huge temptation of fate. But hell, we've both tried at times as hard as is humanly possible to destroy it. I think it's tougher than either of us.
The toast I made tonight: "To a great year together; to many great years, wherever they shall be; and to always being part of each other's lives, even when we're old and married and living at different ends of the earth with tribes of grandkids"
Hollywood can go fuck itself. It is possible to be friends. Sometimes "I love you but I'm not in love with you" is the sweetest phrase in the English language. Or any other.
He's playing some reincarnated bastard of a DOS adventure game next door now. The sound is kind of reassuring. In a while I'm going to go through there and clip him round the ear for ignoring our one-year in-the-house anniversary :-)
