Every New Years Eve the last four years, has been celebrated with a certain friend of mine. I did not realise until last summer, how important it was to me that he was present. We have tried to be more than just friends before, but it never felt right. I guess the main reason was me. I always thought it was him who was not ready, now I understand it was me all along.
I was the one to end it all last May, which I got to regret a few couple of months later. I suddenly realised that I should have given him a second (or third or forth) chance, or more accurate, give myself another chance to have him. Nonetheless, I never got the courage to tell him what I had been thinking. A few weeks later he got a girlfriend. I know, my loss, my fault, but it did sting when I heard it. I pushed him away and I never gave it a real chance, because I expected too much of him and did too little myself. Fortunately I got to celebrate New Year's with him this year as well, and I was really happy about it. I spent most of the night talking to him, which was great.
I recently watched the movie "The art of getting by" starring Freddie Highmore as George and Emma Roberts as Sally. In the end of the movie George tells Sally that he has been in love with her all along. She is about to go on a trip with her current boyfriend and replies:
You know we're gonna be together one day. [...] It's a long life. We're not done.
They started out as really good friends, who were always attracted to each other. They end up together in the end...
