Guest Blogger Week: A love story

This story is one hundred and ten percent love affair with my boy.   I’ve always heard two different sides to the story of love between friends. Half of the population of women would go under the gun saying that being in love with your best friend is the best kind of relationship. I’ve also heard, once you are in the friend zone with a boy- you will never get out. I met my boy at NC State. We both worked for housing in a freshman dorm. Anyone that knows me, knows that I revel in an opportunity to run around and meet new people. I was doing just that. It was the day of move- in and I was bouncing around Owen Hall, helping people move in-kinda- really just having fun and talking to people. I literally skipped into his room, said hello, stole his hat (rocked it all day with pigtails) and that was that. The first time I met him. Our friendship started just as quickly and although there was always something more to his hugs or our talks, he was one of my best friends and I thought he would always be just that. Five and a half years went by and some years we were closer than others, relationships came and went and although we never dated, I loved spending time with him, or hearing his voice over the phone.   Always strong chemistry and playful arguing he loved to see me pout over not getting my way or bring a smile to my face with thoughtful surprises. (There are lots of moments and memories over five years and it’s hard to even tell my love story leaving them out because it seems that they are such a big part of why and how we are together now)   So last summer, I went to a Jack Johnson concert with some friends. He loves Jack Johnson, so I thought he might be there. I text him and didn’t get an answer. Wandering around the concert I ran into a mutual friend of ours and she told me he was there and where he was standing. Per my usual antics, I went up to him just pointed at him and walked away. He followed me. After playful banter, we ended up watching the concert together. Angel, by Jack  started streaming through the summer air, and after a few minutes of him playfully singing it to me (i was his angel without any wings) we kissed. And I’ve been love struck ever since.   It may not be the easiest road, but true love never is. But I’m his, and he’s mine. And here I am, in love with one of my best friends. At first I thought, if we were really supposed to be together, I would have known from the first hello, and maybe I always did but I really feel that sometimes your eyes aren’t open to something until it is really time for you to see it.

Written By Bridget