While hanging out with the girls in the lunchroom they would talk about their children, referring to them as “my boy” or “my girl.” Peter told me that when he talked to his co workers about me, he’d call me his girl and they thought he meant his daughter. I always thought that was strange and wondered what they called their boyfriends or girlfriends. Then I heard it…
my other half.
It’s rarely husband, and never my man or my girl. It’s my other half. That’s the perfect way to describe it. I always felt weird calling Peter my boyfriend because that term didn’t describe what he really was and it felt a bit juvenile.
For the past three years, Peter and I have been in each other’s lives in some capacity. We met at a New Year’s Eve party, where my New Year’s resolution was to say yes to everything and live with an open mind. He made me want to be a better person and live life without fear! Although we were both heading different directions in life, we remained friends throughout his first year on Guam. Somehow our separate paths led us back to each other.
Despite all the changes in my life over the past year, it has been well worth it to find my other half.
So happy three years of friendship to us!