He was supposed to be our best man

I was in a relationship for a year and two months, I broke I off a month before the wedding. I look back and know now that I was only with him because I was in love of the idea of a life we could build together if he changed and because I took his virginity.

I had tried to break it off multiple times for months but he always ignored it/cried until I took it back. I finally told his pastor and the pastor told him I wanted to break it off.

Well he knew the duration of our relationship I was crushing on his friend, and when he would treat me like crap his friend was always who was there for me. Two weeks after the split I told his friend (we'll call him M) that I liked him and had for a long time.

M told me he'd never realized I liked him or thought about me that way because I was his friends girl. Well over the course of a month we got even closer and went from friends to "talking" And he connected all the dots of all the times I'd tried to tell/show him how I felt. M came and visited for a day while on leave and we hugged and kissed for the first time and I swear the whole world stopped moving when he kissed me. (And he said he'd never felt anything like when we kissed) And I've never felt more at home than when he wrapped his arms around me.

Well he asked my ex for his blessing (because bro code 🙄) and we've been dating for three weeks and are planning a road trip for when he gets home and maybe a visit between now and then.

My confession is that I'm falling in love with the man who was supposed to be the best man in my wedding. I never would of guessed it would of happened but I'm so glad everything has worked out how it has.