“I can’t. I won’t. I still consider you my friend, no matter what you think is going on here. I still worry about you. I care about you. Don’t you get that?”
“Oh, please! You pity me! You feel sorry for me. What the f**k kind of ‘friendship’ is that?”
“The kind of ‘friendship’ where I’m asking, no, begging you to let me in. Let’s talk. I think you got the wrong idea from our argument two weeks ago. There’s a lot I want to say. Let me?”
“What for? Nothing you say will change anything. You’ll still think I’m a pathetic, desperate human being with a mad crush.” Angry tears were forming and I willed them not to fall on my cheeks.
“You don’t know that. Give me a shot, please? Can I meet you somewhere, maybe tonight after I get off work? How about the Starbucks near Utrecht Art Supplies? Acr
