Being in love with your best friend is problematic.

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.

I suppose that means you don’t want any band-aids, either,” I said, a touch more bitterly than I’d meant to.

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.