Two years ago, my friend and I had recently shared a very unexpected evening of awesomeness that we vowed would not get in the way of what had become a very good, very solid friendship. In the three weeks since that night, we'd done a really good job of making good on that vow. We'd instantly gone back to our old dynamic, with no weirdness, no hard feelings, none of that stuff.

Two years ago, my friend realized his feelings for me had changed after that night, as mine had. But we'd spoken honestly about all we'd each been through that year, and how vital the friendship had become, and how it was best to continue as we'd had. So for me, that was that. My feelings for him were my issue to deal with privately.

Except that, two years ago, my friend decided he couldn't be without me. I was too amazing (hey, his words!) to be just a friend. So the Saturday of that Labor Day weekend, in an unexpected private moment at a friend's pool party, my friend made his move and changed our destiny (I learned later that the night before he'd decided to stop fighting his feelings for me and to pursue me).

Two years ago, my friend became my love.

Two years later, I'm so thankful that he was so bold and ballsy, so happy with the love we've found and the life we're building. This has been the sweetest, most wonderful surprise I could have ever hoped for.

We celebrated today by going furniture shopping, buying two dressers for the bedroom. He moves in next month.