Being in love with your best friend is problematic.
I suppose that means you don’t want any band-aids, either, I said, a touch more bitterly than I’d meant to.
As much as I cared about him, I wasn’t a slave to fate. I could choose to ignore my feelings, strong as they were. It would be painful, but no more so than letting myself pine for my friend.
...you definitely are deep water Dr. Fisher. Fathoms deep.
I didn’t say anything; I could find no words that would express the swirled chaos of emotions inside me. So I just watched him go right out the door.