“You can ask me for anything, Mari. Anything.” “I need you to be my friend,” she whispers. I pull her into my arms and hug her close. “I am, Mari. I am.” And I could be so much more if she asked me to. But I’m beginning to think that’ll never happen. Could it be that I’ve been kidding myself this whole time? Do I still have a shot? Or have I lost her already?
