“You think I enjoy being your friend?” he spits out. “It’s torture! But I don’t know what else to do. You’re not ready for a relationship, and even if you were, I have no idea what something like that might look like. You don’t even know what state you want to live in, for fuck’s sake. You haven’t even removed the goddamn engagement ring he gave you. Every time I see it, I’m reminded of your choice. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t me.”
