Gus was my best friend. Who knows what would’ve happened to me if he hadn’t fed me half of his peanut butter sandwich in second grade when I didn’t have a lunch. I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship, but I also didn’t want to miss out on what could happen with Emmy. Something about her just felt different. It felt good. I wanted to know where it could go, where we could go. Even if we just ended up being friends. I wanted her in my life, more than the way she already was. That way wasn’t enough anymore.
