She never—not once in all our years of friendship—indicated she might want more from me. I’m the idiot who caught feelings. I’m the idiot who fell in love with my best friend. And all this time, I told myself it was okay. That I could handle it. Because I knew she wasn’t interested in anything physical. With anyone. I knew I was her person. I told myself that was enough. But now? Now that she thinks this guy Daniel might be the guy for her?
