I agree, Jyssica. My husband is my best friend, too. He knows the best and the worst of me and, as you said, he loves me anyway. I want to strangle him at times, but that passes. We are very good at forgiving and forgetting. Sometimes we go to bed in silence, angry over some misunderstanding or inconsideration, but still we lie close together, knowing the closeness protects us from anything worse than a simple disagreement that will dissolve like the night in the morning sun.