I love my roommate
Not romantically if that's what you're thinking, lol.
It's such a weird feeling to be honest with all of you. I have plenty of "friends" and even more acquaintances than I can count, but I feel like I've really found a friend in her. We call ourselves friends rather than roommates now. I've never shared anything about my parents with her, but we have shared quite a bit with each other, and she confided an instances of sexual abuse (well... not quite sexual, but it could have led there) with me.
We're so much alike, and from what she's told me, she used to have the same problems of anxiety and such that I try to work out right now. She's a very healthy person, stable, hard-working, and just very much like me. It's almost as if we feed off of each others' good energy. She actually listens to me when I speak, which is different because usually I'm left doing all of the listening unfortunately...
I was just thinking about it this morning, and realized that I do love her. I don't think I've ever loved a friend before. It's such a foreign but great thing! This might be a bit off-topic here (my posts seem to be doing that lately), but I just had to share this.
Has anyone ever experienced this sense of awe at loving another person/having a healthy relationship with someone else for once?