When I met my boyfriend we were awkward freshmen. We were both desperate for puberty to make us into swans, but, in the meantime, we continued to be ugly ducklings. Yet somehow, we met and didn't hate each other. In fact, when we were introduced, he had an almost instantaneous line directly to my funny bone.
From day one, I knew he was meant to be in my life. But we had tried dating back then, and neither of us was ready for each other. So it was over almost as soon as it began. However, we remained pretty good friends. He was my wingman, and I was his wingwoman. For two years, we tried (unsuccessfully) to find the other their perfect person. Until one day we realized there'd never been a perfect person because we were each other's perfect person.
Our journey to this realization was long, and at times brutal, but we wouldn't change a thing. Because we get to say we are dating our best friend, and it's an incredible feeling. It's an almost perfect relationship because he knows me better than anyone else, and I know him better than he knows himself sometimes. So no, I won't apologize for spending my time with him.
He makes me laugh when no one else can, and he makes me smile when I don't want to. He's my favorite person to spend time with, because he's been my best friend for going on six years at this point. He shares my sense of humor, and I love him. So just because he's now my boyfriend, doesn't mean he stops being my best friend. I will not feel bad about that. #SorryNotSorry