Sweet.

I have a good friend who's always complaining about not seeing me every 3 days.
Yesterday he called me out of nowhere. 
He calls me Sweet and he likes me a bit more than my other friends. 
He owns a very nice restaurant in London, near Barbican and he once told me I'm a weird combination of Eva Braun and Clara Petacci. 
He completely understood my "No" when he asked me out on a date and we stayed friends. 
Yesterday he called me to let me know that, as a birthday present, he's giving me his restaurant for the night. 
"- Bring your friends, have a party, everything's on me!" 
I am still in shock. I asked him why. His answer made my heart stop for a second. 
"- You didn't want to be my girlfriend just for my money and you're still the most special person I know. And I'm 42, Cristina. I know the world and I know people. I want you to have a birthday party and be happy. And that's the only way I can be part of something that makes you smile, so please say yes." 
He's such an amazing man. And I still couldn't say yes. It's way too much. I gave him a card and a bottle of wine for his birthday. 
I don't know what I did to have these amazing people around me. I don't deserve any of them...
And E, I know one day you'll find someone who's gonna say "yes" to the great person you are and not to everything you own. 

Cx.