Thursday, 14 April 2011

It takes a long time to grow an old friend

I've just being reading a thread about best friends.  I've always had a best bestfriend. I had several as I moved around primary schools, another couple at secondary school, one at University, another in the early days at work, but since there's not been that special one.  
It has bothered me in the past. When other people have being talking about experiences they've had with their best friend, "oh - I'll ask my best friend", "I can't do la-de-da as I'll be with my best friend".  I thought it was me being insecure (yes - cut me in half and, like rock, I'll have 'insecure" and "jealous" written all through me!), I do have very close friends and people I confide in, but if you asked them who their best friend was, it isn't likely that they would say me.
Then I saw this post: 
"He is the one who is there for me all the time, my soul mate, the one who 'gets' me, who loves me, who puts me first, who makes me laugh, who makes me feel safe, who would walk to the ends of the earth for me, who inspires me and who I have never felt so contented and happy to be myself with. In many ways he is also like the male version of me!"

Of course - slap in the face with a wet fish moment - for the last 16 years I've been living with my best friend. Doh!

In the beginning...
....look what happened to us, our love grew (ha ha pass the bucket!!)


  1. Awww, so gorgeous! You are both looking very good on love, life and friendship :) x

  2. That actually made me cry!!! :) Awww! Love you, and Love Tim for looking after you! (And being a most excellent big bro to me!)

  3. Great observation - a "d'oh" moment indeed.

    I also live with my best friend - buckets optional!

  4. I neve knew you were so sentimental! You must get it from me. Mum xxxxxx


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