Today is the birthday π π₯³ of someone whom I have many good memories of. His name is James, and he was the great love β€οΈ π of my life when I was in my early 30s . We met studying welfare studies, and we both had mental health issues. He was my best friend π§‘ for several years, and although my feelings for him weren’t reciprocated, he was a thorough gentleman about it and a true friend. We drifted apart because I became too pushy, and I regret losing his friendship. It was a harsh lesson for me not to force rhings to happen. If things are meant to happen, they will. I treasure my memories of him. No, James wasn’t the person I ended up marrying, but he definitely was the great love of my life. My ex-husband was someone I settled for that I cared deeply about, but the love β€οΈ of my life was James. Wherever he is in the world π now, I hope he is happy
