“Why haven’t you been back to Coal’s before now?” Staring at our joined hands, he sighs and admits, “I was in love with someone who only saw me as a friend. I couldn’t bear the thought of coming home for the holidays and finding out he was married with two kids and a goldendoodle.” I’m an idiot for asking, but I can’t help myself. “With who?” “You.” “No. There’s no fucking way.” Shit, I think I said that out loud.
