For the past 2 years I've taken classes almost an hour away, and carpooled with a guy I only sort of knew. We have mutual friends, and have even worked together here and there, but the main thing is he's one of my boyfriend's childhood friends.
Over time he and I have become best friends...I would cry to him about my problems, and he would confess to me all his insecurities. We always grabbed the others hand in support during these times, and would hold on the whole way home.
Now, he always reaches for my hand, and even catches himself trying to play with my fingers in public. He has a long-term girlfriend, and he's not a cheater, or even a flirt. He's the shy, quiet, somewhat nerdy type. He's reserved and collected around everyone else, but when he's with me he is bold and always laughing/trying to make me laugh.
Last night we kissed for the first time. Nothing about it felt wrong, and neither of us could stop smiling. Today we saw each other in person, both of us with our partners, and nothing felt different. I feel no shame, or guilt, and if anything an enormous weight has lifted from me.