I had a friend we knew for a long time. The difference in our years is 6 years. In the beginning we were acquaintances going out from time to time, then we started to see each other more honestly and so we gradually became closer. It took a while and as we wrote to each other in the late hours of the night, he didn't understand me exactly what I wanted to say, but I didn't explain it to him, I didn't think it was a big deal. It was a question that it was late, and I wanted to write to each other and I told him, and he told me to look for another, I told him that I wanted him, it was about the chat, but apparently he then thought differently and started some novels, some explanations that things will not work out. It took about a year, and at that time I had another friend with whom we were close and we also wrote about such things at night, but he caught a serious girlfriend and all relations ended with him. Then, out of boredom, I don't know what I decided to write to the other, he didn't reflect much on me at first, but after a while he started making jokes. We went out one day, everything was as usual, nothing special, at least until he invited me to them and I had gone before so there was nothing scary, I had no idea what awaited me there honestly ... Even then I did not pay attention to his strange demeanor, I expected nothing. We went to the program as usual, but it was a lull before the storm. As we were sitting and drinking we suddenly jumped out of the chair and grabbed me to kiss me, it came to me like thunder from a clear sky ... I pulled a little, but it wasn't something I didn't want to do, it was weird but I still liked it quite a lot. From that sunny April day until a few weeks ago, we were just for sex. During the time we had this relationship, so many things happened that I would shorten them as much as possible. In the beginning, after we slept, he wanted a relationship, but I didn't have such feelings, after a few months something more than sex was born. I'm angry that I didn't leave then, but I didn't tell him anything. My stubbornness may one day kill me. In the end, things turned out in such a way that when I wanted a tie, he had already written me off, and this relationship suited us, and we continued. After that we didn't see each other for a while and he decided to reunite with his ex, and I could hardly swear that he would never return to her. We broke up a hell of a lot and I blocked him on Facebook, which I'm sorry about. If I unblock it after so many years of friendship, even with all the bad moments, I can't erase it. I know we won't be anything more than acquaintances, but I still can't find a place without asking him "how is he", "what is he doing" ...