It was hot. Hot as only August in Florida can be. But it wasn"t only the weather that was hot, so was the topic of conversation. The one I was having with the hot guy sitting next to me on the beach. I’d been in love with him since high school, but he didn"t know it; I settled for being his best friend. I suffered through the current conversation, while he bemoaned the rockiness of his newest love affair.
But being the best friend that I am, I commiserated with him, trying to help him out as best as I could. He didn’t have a clue about how I felt, and I would have been mortified if he ever found out. Somehow, I’m sure that little tidbit of news would ruin the most important friendship I had.
Peter and I have known each other most of our lives, but not until our high school years did we
