My Best Friend, My Love, My Soul Mate
There is no doubt in my mind that I have found my soul mate. Ian and I have been best friends since we met in our freshman year of high school. Everyone knew we loved each other and that we'd eventually end up together. Even on that first day of school, when his mom dropped him off she spotted me walking up to the school and she said to herself, "He's going to end up being with that girl, at least being friends." And I was a complete stranger then. As the years passed, he was there for me every time I needed him. When my boyfriend was treating me like crap, he was there to comfort me and give me advice. And I was there for him too. When his girlfriend broke up with him, I sat with him at Steak 'n' Shake for nearly three days straight, only leaving to go to home to take a shower then go to work, then meeting him right back there again. We always wanted to be together, but for some reason, it never happened because he always had a girlfriend and when he didn't I always had a boyfriend. After high school, he moved upstate quite a distance and I didn't get to see him much. But we still kept in touch over the phone or through IM. We tried to date at one point. He told me he didn't think any one was good enough for me, that only he could possibly treat me how I deserve to be treated and loved. I told him I've always felt the same way about him and his girlfriends. He bought me a lovely book of love poems which we sat up and read together until I fell asleep in his arms. I still remember him kissing me on the forehead right before I fell asleep. But the next day, my stupid A-hole exboyfriend came back into the picture and I was stupid and scared about how much I loved Ian, I was so worried that I would f up a relationship and lose the best friend I've ever had. So I ran away from Ian and right back into my ex's arms. Ugh. What a mistake. I hurt Ian so bad. I felt awful and was so ashamed that I couldn't even talk to him for months. But the next time we saw each other, he had a new girlfriend and we ran into each other at a gas station at random. He saw my car and he came running up. I barely had a chance to take my seatbelt off before he opened my door and pulled me out into a big bear hug, spinning me around. I was so relieved and happy to have my best friend back. We started talking again and he came home for summer so we began hanging out all the time over summer. I remember we watched The Notebook together with his girlfriend there too and we got in a big debate. His girlfriend and I agreed that it was sweet that Noah and Ally ended up together in the end even though it hurt Ally's fiance. But he thought it was wrong that Ally left her fiance at all. I told him, "You'd do it," very confident he would. He insisted that if he were engaged he wouldn't leave his fiance for an ex. I told him, "Not an ex, your one true love." He didn't get what I was implying. Later his friend told me that Ian was thinking of proposing to his girlfriend. He said he was ready to settle down and think about starting a family. I freaked. He's always been the family man kind of guy, but he was going to settle down with the wrong person. To top it off, My Best Friend's Wedding was on TV the next day and I caught it at complete random. I hardly watch TV, I definitely don't watch movies on TV, but for some reason I did turn the TV on and there it was right at the beginning. I'd never seen it before. Let me tell you, that movie changed my life. I vowed to myself that I would NOT let that happen to me. I was going to tell Ian how I felt before I didn't have a chance to. I had been broken up with my A-hole ex for awhile by then and had no intention of returning despite his sorry attempts. Ian was keeping my attention (purposefully so I wouldn't go back to my ex, he knew it was a bad relationship and even if he couldn't have me, he wanted me to be happy). Then by good fortune Ian's girlfriend took a trip to Alaska to study for a couple weeks. Ian and I spend every waking moment together those two weeks and even slept over at each others' houses. We weren't spending much more time together than we had been, but now we were alone and had a lot more time to talk about everything - life, our past, our future, our relationships with others, and most importantly, our relationship with each other. I pulled out the book of love poems he got me and we would read them by the beach at night. We'd talk all night. He told me that he wasn't sure that his girlfriend was the one, that they had been having a lot of problems that he wasn't sure could ever be fixed. We'd finally leave the beach just as the sun was peaking over the horizon. Then one day we were swimming in a pool with a bunch of our friends and we were flirting a lot. He was carrying me around the whole pool with my arms around his neck. And then, when no one else was around, we kissed. We started fooling around and later that night ended up taking it all the way. And as bad as we both feel for betraying a good person, neither of us regret it. I confessed to him how much I loved him, how I always had. It was the first time he'd heard me say anything like that. Then, our talks got serious. He had a decision to make. I was worried and cried a lot for a couple days. But I knew even if he didn't choose me, at least I had shared how I felt. I wouldn't let myself regret it. He could have broke my heart that week. He could have done to me what I had done to him just the year before. But he didn't. After an awful week long cruise with his girlfriend and family that his parents had planned to take right after she got back from Alaska, he broke it off with her. He said the vacation was excruciating. That all he could think about was me, but he had to pretend everything was okay because he wanted everyone to have a good trip. She knew something was wrong though and kept asking. He'd just tell her not to worry about it, that they'd talk about it when they got home. And they did. He broke up with her. And he felt really bad for her. He's such a nice, sweet guy and I don't think he's ever broken up with a girl before and especially not in a situation like we were in. He's certainly never broken anyone's heart like that before. I tried to comfort him and I told him we could take it slow now and I'd give him some time. Luckily for me, I guess, he only needed a few days. We've been together for almost two years now and we've never been happier. Everyone we know was like, "It's about time," and "Finally," and "Well, it was bound to happen sometime." Not a single person was surprised. Not even his ex, I think, who is now, ironically, dating my ex and is very happy for us. He is the only person I've ever been able to see myself growing old with. He is, still, my best friend. I love him more than anything. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life loving him. We are getting married in July 2009!