I met my best friend in January 2009,and I've been in love with him ever since.
At a point I stopped feeding the love, for my own peace of mind, and so it doesn't negatively affect our friendship. But a part of me still hoped I'd be his last girlfriend and only wife.
He would be getting married soon, but not to me. I have to be ecstatic for him; I'm his best friend, aren't I?
Reminds me of some lines I read in a book, The Lady On My Left, by Catherine Cookson.
I lost the key;
It was found by another.
He bids 'Come Joy with me.'