We were best friends. Although I had guy friends before who were best friends, closer to me than most of my female friends, he quickly became my go to. Anything that made me laugh made me want to text or call him. Once I realized that I had "feelings" for him and that I didn't just like him but I LIKE LIKED him, I started to get worried. I'd been burned by confessing feelings for guy friends in the past so I really had no idea how to proceed.
That summer, I went to several of his soccer games. I loved watching him play although honestly, I'm not a huge fan of watching soccer. I find it boring. Like tennis. Back and forth. But watching him was fun.
At one particular day in July, he kicked a goal. It was like one of those disgustingly sappy Lifetime Movie moments; the sun was shining and everything suddenly went into slow motion as he jumped and started cheering.
All I could think was:
"Fuck. I'm in love with my best friend."
Our birthdays are two days apart. Two weeks before, he informed me that he had a surprise for me. (Sidenote: We are TERRIBLE at keeping secrets/surprises from each other. It's a problem). He told me that I would need a red pen for the event he was taking me too. When I asked for hints, they were all incredibly vague.
"It's something that you've wanted to do for a long time."
"It's at night."
Useless information really. He told me to dress up really nice for the "event". He showed up at my condo on the specified night. As we were driving to the location, he asked if I had remembered the red pen. Or course, I hadn't. He pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store and told me to come in with him. Rather than head towards the pen section, he headed towards the wine section.
Long story short: we were there for a special wine tasting. I had wanted to attend a wine tasting for a long time.
There was a moment that night when we looked at each other and just smiled.
I knew then.
I've never been happier.
I love my valentine, mi marido, mi amour.
Happy Valentine's Day.