This was somethign I used to struggle with a lot at a certain time in my life with a certain someone.
She was my best friend in school, starting in grade 2. We did everything that best friends do (and we’d even sign our notes that we’d leave for each other in our lockers “Love, [name]” after a while - those notes were the definitng characteristic of our relationship, they’ll turn up later in the story) although we always thought of each other as “best friends”, it was handy (since both of us were nerds and the school’s social pariahs) for dates and the like.
In time I realized that I grew to have strong feelings for her, and I start telling her “I love you” while meaning more than in a friendly way. A little while later, I proposed to her (in the most symbolic way I could think of, in a note in her mailbox), and I knew that I was in love with her - these were definitely the strongest feelings I’ve ever had for anyone at any time (and I’d even been on a couple of dates with other girls (I think to my best friend’s chagrin) by that time)
After a while, though, I realized that she was a fabulous best friend, but I wasn’t sure about if I wanted to marry her or not. I asked her to come over and discuss it with me, 13 years later I still haven’t heard back from her. (I realized that once you propose to someone and tell them you love them, you can’t go back to being “just friends”, just like you can’t untoss a salad or unscramble scrambled eggs). I moved on with my life, and met a fabulous woman who makes me happy and we’ll be celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary this summer.
I was only a couple of weeks after I first met my wife that I realized something about my former relationship, though. After only a short time with my wife, I realized that this is love. I knew what love was. I told my best friend that I loved her because I had very strong feelings for her and were the strongest I’ve ever felt for anyone. I couldn’t even imagine anyone having stronger feeligns for anyone else ever, that’s what made me think I was more than friends with her, that I was truly “in love” with her. However, it was more the case of that I hadn’t lived my life yet, what I thought was love was just a really deep friendship (which, admittedly, I haven’t felt with a friend outside of her save for my wife and possibly my sister).
If she ever runs into me again, I’m sure the first thing that she’ll ask me was “were you lying to me all those times when you told me you loved me?” I now know that that question doesn’t have a simple yes/no answer. “No”, I wasn’t lying, as I honestly thought I was in love with her, but “yes”, I didn’t know what love was. Although, I wonder sometimes, can anyone be 100%, fully confident, as to what “love” is?
I had such a complicated life back then, yet another reason why I’m glad to be married to someone who I genuinely love and who genuinely loves me.