Happier than mashed potatoes.

I am in love with my best friend. My best friend is the man I love. I love the man I used to date and am now best friends with. However you word it, I love him.

I suppose I have since I first said those words to him the night we broke up. He broke up with me and we both said we loved each other. As friends. Now about four years later I find that the love has only multiplied ten fold. The love that I once would have referred to as desperate and needy has been replaced with confidant and easy. It's so easy for me to tell the world how much I love this man. Also, somewhat easy for me to tell him and yet our situation does not change. Here we are, best friends. Loving each other with so much love that nothing else compares but still not together. Still talking of his live in girlfriend or my slew of man problems. Still kissing each other on the forehead or cheek and saying "I love you" at least twice each time we see each other. Still making each other ridiculously happy. Still running to each other when times are rough. Still making him happier than mashed potatoes.

Perhaps his girlfriend makes him happier than apple pie. That's pretty tough to beat.