At times, the joy that life attacks me with is unbearable and leads to gasping hysterical laughter. I find myself completely out of control and wonder how could life could surprise me again and again and again, so completely. How could a man be a cynic? It is a sin.
My girlfriend is genuinely my best friend. And not in the “we’re dating, so obviously we’re friends” kind of way, but in the “there’s genuinely no one else I’d rather laugh with, annoy, or do stupid shit with” kind of way. She’s my favorite person, my safe place, and the person I always want around. She’s my person.