He is unlike any guy I have ever met. He not only accepts me for who I am, but has shaped me into the person I am. A single hug from him can make any worry of mine go away. He is loving and he is kind. The joy and laughter he has brought into my life exceeds all else. I can be my complete self around him and he reciprocates it back. We even have the same taste in pretty much everything... except men. There's only one issue; he's my best friend... oh and he's gay.
Most girls envy me for having such an amazing GBF (gay best friend), and don't get me wrong I love it, but sometimes it's harder than it seems. A wave of jealousy washes over me when I see him texting or hanging out with other girls that aren't me. I am mentally dating this boy and sometimes it feels as if he is cheating, even though I know that is not actually the case.
Surprisingly, a GBF is very similar to the stereotypes portrayed of them. He does indeed pick out my outfits, cuddles me when I'm sad, calls me beautiful when I'm insecure and ugly when he's being sassy. He supports me in every decision, unless it's eating that second plate of pasta, (jokingly of course). He is everything a girl could ever hope for in a guy.
So what exactly does this mean for me? Well first of all, I have the worst luck with men. Secondly, I am extremely fortunate to be friends with such a passionate boy who is there for me through everything. Call me crazy, but he truly is the best thing to ever come into my life and I wouldn't trade this relationship for the world.
To the boys in my future I have yet to meet; I am apologizing in advance. I am going to continue to kiss him on the cheek in pictures, change in front of him, and vent to him about you. If you ask me to choose between you and him, the answer will always be him. My GBF is the love of my life and that will never, ever change.
