My best friend has a strong work ethic. He loves his
job and doesn’t seem to notice how demanding it is. He’s very supportive. When
we first started out, practically the only thing we had in common was the same
wedding day. But over the years he’s either adopted the things I’m passionate
about, or he’s made room for them. He’s beyond honest. It’s like he’s missing
that little voice in his head that whispers, “Wait. Are you sure you want to
say that?” He doesn’t cheat; at least not in the important way. He cheats on his
diet. He’ll “hide” a candy wrapper in the garbage, forgetting every time that I’m
the one who takes out the trash. He loves me. He loves his children. He’s doing
the best he can to take care of his family, even though the only family he’s
ever known was a dysfunctional one. And I love him for all of that.
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