I just finished uni this past week. In a month’s time, filming starts on my TV show that I wrote and I’m going to be directing the first episode too. Life is good. Hell, life is great.

Patrick, who’s still my best friend, is about to get married to a girl he met at uni and I’m going to be the best man. I promised a big speech, on par with our Valedictory one, but I haven’t written one yet. I’m taking a page out of his book on this. I do have a plan though. It includes lots of jokes – mostly at his expense. I still just can’t believe he’s the first of us to get married. I always expected it to be me, if I’m being truthful. But I’m happy for him. The girl he’s engaged to is so far out of his league it’s ridiculous. I don’t just mean looks either. She’s like a saint. It’s crazy. I still don’t know how he did it.

Speaking of love lives, I’m not doing too bad either. In my second year at uni, I met a girl. She was perfect. We became best friends and I fell in love with her – I’m just kidding. She is perfect though. But I didn’t become best friends with her, I straight up asked her out and we’ve been dating ever since. We’ve actually been on a couple double dates with Patrick and his fiancé, as well as someone else I’m glad I still have in my life.

Olivia has a boyfriend now. They met in the summer before we all went to uni and I actually have helped them through a few rough spots in the early days. They’re one of the best couples I know, swiftly behind me and my girlfriend and Patrick and his fiancé. But, in all seriousness, I’m happy for her. I don’t feel the same way for her anymore. I love her as a friend now. It’s just that and nothing more. I love another girl now and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

I do sometimes wonder though, what would life be like if she’d have felt the same? It’s one of life’s great mysteries, I guess, and there’s no point dwelling on it. Things didn’t go that way for a reason and I’m unbelievably happy now, so I’m glad they didn’t. I wouldn’t swap my life now for anything.