My brain is working overdrive when Justin suddenly stands up to leave. “I’m sorry, I should go.” He can’t go. I stand and do the only thing I can think of. I grab him by the front of his shirt, holding him close. I’m not sure whether to slap him, or kiss him, and the indecision has me paralyzed. What happens next, no matter which outcome, will change the course of our friendship completely. It’s then I realize that I’m shaking. My entire body is trembling, and I have no idea why. Maybe it’s because three months of feeling like a miserable piece of shit is a long time and between the break up
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