The best things that had happened to me this year were: meeting a guy named Ed, being in a relationship with him, and having my heart broken when he moved to China to teach English. I felt a kind of love I had never felt before and a kind of lost that I had never experienced.
I call that one of the best things because, I guess, it has instilled upon me a sense of hope. Being together with him, or simply knowing him on a level other than a simple friendship means that I could be loved.
He has since found himself another bf, but we're still good friends . I hope our lives cross again in the future...