I was working like a robot the next morning because I had not gotten my daily dose of caffeine, but I was also trying to avoid the man in the other room who looked like he had seen a ghost instead of his long-time friend.
Going through my emails and giving answers where due, I thought of the implications of ever getting involved with him.
It is going to complicate the situation and I didn't think I was ready for such responsibility.
I cherished our friendship more than ruining it with any form of romanticism.
I would have thoroughly preferred enjoying my lovely day instead of wasting so much time, thinking about the man that probably didn't even give two hoots about me.
Whatever affection I thought he felt towards me was probably because we were younger and now that we have more
