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I recently confessed I had feelings for a best friend of 10 years. We had dated when we were younger... but things ended when he graduated university. When I told him it was awkward between us at first as he was unable to reciprocate my sentiments given that he lived on the other side of the country, had a girlfriend and I was recently separated. He did however admit that he "liked me" despite these limitations.
Thereafter, I discontinued our friendship so that he could pursue his relationship without my interference. I was happy that he was happy... although destroyed that I had to discontinue my friendship... for the sake of his shot at love.
About 3 months ago... he emailed me saying that he and his girlfriend had broken up - that he was moving near my city and that he had only told myself and his family about these major life changes as of late. I was floored... but happy that he was pursuing his dreams.
On his move across country... he sent me a postcard saying that we would catch up soon and we made plans to spend a day together upon arrival. We did just that... and that's where things get a little tricky for me...
Our "date" was amazing. We spent the day together as friends ... laughing and catching up... watching a live sporting event. Thereafter, he had planned to invite me back to his home to cook me dinner. It was an amazing dinner. He was attentive, and very inquisitive of my life ... my past and my family. Asking me about details of my life that he had forgotten as the years eroded. And I him. We reminisced.. It was a lot of fun and a lot of laughs.
I joked with him about his playboy lifestyle... at which point he said over the last 3 months he had not been interested in.
After a few drinks and a bottle of wine... he kissed me. Even though we had dated previously we had never had sex before. So when we did that night... he held my hand the entire time... looking into my eyes... and holding me. It was truly intimate.
We had sex the entire night. Falling asleep in each other's arms and then waking up again to start all over. It was very passionate.
In the morning... I kind of freaked out... as I was confused and scared of my own emotions. I started dressing... and tried to leave... when he woke up... and begged me to come back so that he could hold me. We laid in each other's arms for a few hours... him holding me... and him letting me cry on his chest. Finally, I looked up at him and I could see in his eyes that he felt something. We kissed and he told me he wanted to make love to me. When we finished he just laid there on me... holding me... not saying anything... and he had tears in his eyes. Thereafter, we laid there and snuggled...joked and hugged until noon.
He texted me a few hours later that he wanted to see me again soon (we live three hours apart). Because he knows how I feel of him... he knows that I am in love with him... do you think he is playing me? Does he have feelings for me?
Thereafter, I discontinued our friendship so that he could pursue his relationship without my interference. I was happy that he was happy... although destroyed that I had to discontinue my friendship... for the sake of his shot at love.
About 3 months ago... he emailed me saying that he and his girlfriend had broken up - that he was moving near my city and that he had only told myself and his family about these major life changes as of late. I was floored... but happy that he was pursuing his dreams.
On his move across country... he sent me a postcard saying that we would catch up soon and we made plans to spend a day together upon arrival. We did just that... and that's where things get a little tricky for me...
Our "date" was amazing. We spent the day together as friends ... laughing and catching up... watching a live sporting event. Thereafter, he had planned to invite me back to his home to cook me dinner. It was an amazing dinner. He was attentive, and very inquisitive of my life ... my past and my family. Asking me about details of my life that he had forgotten as the years eroded. And I him. We reminisced.. It was a lot of fun and a lot of laughs.
I joked with him about his playboy lifestyle... at which point he said over the last 3 months he had not been interested in.
After a few drinks and a bottle of wine... he kissed me. Even though we had dated previously we had never had sex before. So when we did that night... he held my hand the entire time... looking into my eyes... and holding me. It was truly intimate.
We had sex the entire night. Falling asleep in each other's arms and then waking up again to start all over. It was very passionate.
In the morning... I kind of freaked out... as I was confused and scared of my own emotions. I started dressing... and tried to leave... when he woke up... and begged me to come back so that he could hold me. We laid in each other's arms for a few hours... him holding me... and him letting me cry on his chest. Finally, I looked up at him and I could see in his eyes that he felt something. We kissed and he told me he wanted to make love to me. When we finished he just laid there on me... holding me... not saying anything... and he had tears in his eyes. Thereafter, we laid there and snuggled...joked and hugged until noon.
He texted me a few hours later that he wanted to see me again soon (we live three hours apart). Because he knows how I feel of him... he knows that I am in love with him... do you think he is playing me? Does he have feelings for me?
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