I Was Remembering When...

It was January 2003, the start of a new semester and the start of me looking at a close friend in a new light. I'd known Will for a while, about a year & 1/2, and had grown quite found of him. We were both were from the same city and he'd even gone to high school with MBR/C. He'd become the voice of male reasoning for me when I couldn't readily talk with my other source(s). Through that , Will had gotten to know me and in many ways, he'd helped me come to know myself, especially with some boyfriend issues I'd had some semesters before, got me really to see that I shouldn't let anyone place rules on me that they weren't willing to follow themselves. He also fed me when I was hungry (he was a great cook & my mouth's watering just thinking about it). I remember feeling very uneasy around him once I'd become aware of my feelings for him. I wasn't sure if Will looked at me "in that way" and that's what made telling him (at first) that I liked him so difficult. I did something drastic-stepped outside the box and just asked Will out on a date; well actually, I just asked him to the movies. We went and saw Final Destination 2, a movie I figured would give me ample opportunity to get close to him; thinking about that now makes me blush because I can't believe that I had those intentions. But you know, he and I never got together. He told me he thought I was a lovely person but that he didn't want to bring me into the mess that he called his life at that time. As months progressed, the semester ended and summer came, he went back to Memphis, I failed to keep in touch, he didn't come back to school to finish his last year and a few months ago, I'd heard that he was getting married...