When we returned home, our attic apartment now felt too warm. I hung my down jacket and stripped off wool socks. I was invigorated from the walk but still felt fragile and sad. Tears brimmed in my eyes and, seeing this, Gus wrapped me in a strong bear hug.
"You're my best friend," he said. These are some of my favorite words to hear. Indeed, in addition to being my spouse, my lover, my partner-in-crime, Gus truly is my best friend and I his. Over the years, he has been a steady shoulder to cry on, a careful giver of advice. A spot-on fashion consultant and an encouraging enabler ("Don't you need another pair of wedges?"). A willing gossip and a bringer of Bailey's and potato chips when things get dire. Someone who has always been on my side, regardless of the circumstances, and who always will be. A best friend truly and surely.
You're in my heart, you're in my soul/
You'll be my breath should I grow old/
You are my lover, you're my best friend/
You're in my soul.
--Rod Stewart, "You're in my Heart"
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