540 degrees turn

I've always been afraid of relationships and commitment. Panicking on the mere thought of limiting my freedom even a little bit, giving up the possibility of spontaneousness and doing whatever and whenever I like, without taking anything - or anyone - into account. What's more, I always doubted I could be faithful to one person; after all, why should anything stop me from looking for more happiness? Truly, a childish attitude.

We've been living together in an apartment for quite a few months, getting to know each other, having all kinds of fun together, partying, creating, discussing about life, philosophy, physics, people, well, about everything. We helped to motivate and cheer up one another. It was all beautiful and natural.

Then we got a lot closer, sadly - when drunk. I didn't know until just recently what a terrible mistake it could have been. We didn't have any hard feelings for one another about it, managed to maintain the status quo, but surely a promise and hope for something more appeared. It took just a few weeks for another opportunity to realize how much affection we share.

It's been wonderful since then. I could hardly believe it wasn't a dream. After so many years of loneliness and frustration, I'm the happiest ever, and it's all because of her. We don't argue, because anything that might stand between us is of little to no importance. There sure is lust, but care is so much more important. And above all, we are best friends. The only thing I want is for her to be happy, to support her however possible, and I know it is reciprocated. We can look at one another smiling, and it gives us the shivers. I'd rather never lived than make her sad, let alone fail her trust. She doesn't limit my freedom - she makes every moment better, shining, joyous.

And it feels everything is getting still better.

I'm insanely in love with my best friend, and everything is going well. I couldn't wish for more.