Best Friend with Benefits

Setting aside any intensification of feelings that my chronic PMS may be causing, I had one of my best ever relationship moments at lunchtime.

He and I were talking about how we often go for lunch together, and I commented that it was probably quite excessive, what with us being married and cohabiting and all. To which He replied, with characteristic insight, “Yes, but you’re my best friend. That’s why I want to have lunch with you.”

I know we’re married and all that, but it still gave me a thrill. I’m His best friend! Hurrah!