“Let’s do what we do best.” “And what’s that?” she asks, her eyes boring into me. “Be friends.” Because we can make this friendship real. We can shore it up, give it the type of foundation that’ll weather whatever life throws at us. A romantic relationship would crash and burn, and there’s no way I’d survive the wreckage. Being friends is the only answer that makes sense. We both know it. So what if it hurts a whole hell of a lot?
