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So on Sunday me and two of our housemates (but not my ex, important) engaged in some recreational drug use. As I peaked I felt I needed to be around my ex, both because he was sober and because he's all around very comforting to be around. After a period of intense sobbing (this was my first time using this particular drug) he managed to get me to confess.

I told him I love him and that I desperately need him in my life, to which he responded that he loves me too and that since I moved in I've quickly become his best friend. We've spent most evenings together and apparently I've been more respectful of him and his gender identity than any of his other close friends. This brought me to my own personal revelation that since I graduated high school I've become increasingly distant from my own best friend, and that my feelings for my ex were partly because he filled a void my friend from high school was starting to leave.

After a long discussion about the meaning of love and the difference between a romantic relationship and a relationship between friends, I resolved that I don't need a significant other, at least not now, and I would be happy having him as a best friend, something I hadn't realized I *did* need until then.

Just a few minutes ago I asked him if his offer to let me live with him still stands, and he nodded. I told him I was unsure before, but now I'm 100% positive that I want to live with him, too. Not as a couple, but as best friends who have good living chemistry and respect each other's boundaries. I want to live with him, not out of some faint hope we might get back together, but because I don't want to live alone, and if I had to choose one person to say good morning to every day it would absolutely be him.

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<bot>: Did drugs, resolved to be best friends with ex and move in with him when we finally decide to move away from the other housemates.