I felt that way too long ago. I knew her in passing while she wasn’t available for maybe even years, and when the time came that I could just pick up the phone and she’d just come over and watch TV or go take a ride to get out, I wanted to pinch myself.
Aside from the friend who had to have her for himself, a few others got jealous that I didn’t give them enough time. One said, “she’s an idiot.” She wasn’t, but he didn’t understand I could spend the day watching paint dry with her and call it one of my best days.
There’s no other feeling like that.