This month is the 8 year anniversary of me and my boyfriends friendship. We met in high school and we were instant friends. We laughed so much when we were together, all of the inappropriate humor managed to get us kicked out of every class we shared. He has fascinated and intrigued me all of these 8 years. He has protected me and stood up for me. After all of this time resisting a relationship with him out of fear that I would ruin such an important bond, I caved in and let him take over as my lover. I can hardly describe the feeling he gives me now. It’s as if everything has fallen into place just as it should. I feel enormous comfort being with him. While there is newness and excitement to our relationship, there remains a mutual understanding and love between us. We know about each other what most new couples spend years finding out. There are no second thoughts or doubts, I know he has been the one for all of these years. We have waited for one another, patiently, through past lovers and heartaches. We have stitched each other back together more times than I can count. But no longer will I need to count those times. He has me pinned for exactly who I am and requires nothing more from me than just me. He is mine now and I’ve loved him longer and stronger than any other woman that has come into his life.

I believe everyone should fall back in love with their first love. Everyone should give their best friend a chance to be their lover. I am so blessed that our paths crossed once again. I am overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude for the chance to love the first man I ever loved.

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Anonymous asked:

You're so stunning

TROPHY WIFE Answer:

All these comments were super sweet so thank you :D

Anonymous asked:

It's like...you have no flaws

TROPHY WIFE Answer:

I have plenty haha :x

Anonymous asked:

I love your style, you have so much originality.

TROPHY WIFE Answer:

Thank you! Makes me happy when people appreciate my style

Anonymous asked:

You seem so confident

TROPHY WIFE Answer:

I am for the most part. Just took a few years!

the lack of meaning is also a meaning, the lack of feeling is also a feeling.
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