I'm not sure how it happened, but I suspect it's because--beyond having that rush of first high school love together--we really, really liked each other as friends. He's hilarious, and smart and extra tall. We grew up in the same town; we know each other like we know ourselves.
This isn't the most flattering photo of either of us (and he will officially kill me if he sees this post), but here's a shot of us dancing at my wedding last month. The song: Peter Cetera's GLORY OF LOVE. Ha!
My high school self, who cried all night when he left for college, would be thrilled at the way we're best friends today. Have you guys kept any past loves in your life successfully, or do you plan to? If you'd asked me at 17, I would have said, "I hope so."