David & I were originally introduced at a time in my life when I wasn't single. When I became single, we began growing closer as friends. It didn't take long for him to become my best friend. Call me naive, or say I was in denial, but for a while I was oblivious to the fact that David had much deeper feelings for me. For me, he was just "my person." The person I told everything to. The person I laughed and cried to.
He saw me through multiple relationships and was always there to lend an ear. Eventually I did catch on to the fact that he saw me as more than a friend. I told him that wasn't happening. We'd hang out and sometimes I'd even tell him all the reasons why we couldn't date. I even moved three hours away. He didn't care.
It was while I lived three hours away, with some of the best roommates a girl could ask for, that I started really evaluating what I wanted out of life, and out of any future relationships. And I started to realize that David, my person, my best friend, was part of the reason for my unrealistically high expectations of what I wanted in a relationship. And just like that, I decided I wanted to be with my person. I moved the three hours back home to be with my best friend and we started our happily ever after. |