So a little more than a month ago, I finally worked up the nerve to do something different in my relationship with my best friend. While we're still best friends, we're so much more now, and I really am stunned how well it's been working out. Sex is nice, yes. Sure is. I've had plenty of it in my life. What is so much more gratifying though, is laying close to him, hearing him sleep, waking up with his hand on my chest, or mine on his.
Been in love with him for a very long time, and while I knew he loved me as a friend, I had no idea and only dreamed he'd love me this way too.
I think right now I'm about as happy as I've ever been.
A couple weeks after that first time, I put down on paper my recollection of the past year, from the day my health drama started to the present, including in no certain terms, exactly how I felt about him. I sent it to him and said I wanted to share it with all my family and friends, and to my very pleasant surprise, he did not object. I say pleasant surprise because he's a private person, perhaps though he isn't as much anymore.
Anyway, so yeah, the last time I had sex was yesterday. Woke up next to him, snuggled up along side and fell asleep for a bit more. Then woke up and my hand started roving, and well... you can figure out the rest.
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