So I was reading Boy Meets Girl by Joshua Harris again, and then I saw this passage from Anne of Avonlea by L. M. Montgomery.
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down. Perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways. Perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music.
Perhaps… perhaps… love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
How great it would be if you were married to your best friend? When you have known each other’s qualities, good or bad, and still love them regardless. And you would think what a great journey you had, and your destination is just another great adventure you’d be embarking. And it will be better, greater.
I’ve never actually had an official best friend. There was Mara, from elementary, we were practically sisters. And we looked alike, too. But then I had to move to another school, and I didn’t even bother to find ways to contact her back. I had to start all over again in looking for friends, it was hard, I was socially awkward that time. Unless I was at church, which was my comfort zone. And I had loads of girl friends, and their moms were my mom’s girl friends. It never ended until college. There were boys, too. No wonder I’m too comfortable around them and ‘friendzone’ them easily. But I guess it’s a good thing that I do, I always found friendship to be a great deal more important than romance.
Maybe my real best friend would be, dare I say it, my future husband. I still don’t know who he is, how and when he’s going to come into my life. But it wouldn’t hurt to wait. It’s not that hard, now that I thought of it.
When I have already met who God has planned for me, I know his ups and downs, and love him still. And so he is with me. He loves me and my imperfections. He leads me like a man of the house should, without being tyrannic, because I am stubborn as hell. And just because we know each other too much, does not mean that we will get bored easily. There’s still a thrill knowing that you are with someone who knows you best. I don’t have to pretend to be somebody I’m not, because he loves me for who I truly am.
I am comforted and confident with this promise of His, and so I will wait patiently for my best friend, the real one.
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