I saw Ryan with a stranger. He was standing with a girl who had red hair and a pretty face. They were laughing and talking like they knew each other for a long time. I felt a twinge of jealousy and curiosity. Who was she? How did he meet her? Did he like her more than me?
I thought maybe I shouldn't disturb them. He was my friend, not my boyfriend. We had never been anything more than friends, even though I secretly wished we were. He had always been nice and supportive of me, but he never showed any signs of romantic interest in me. Maybe he just saw me as a sister or a buddy.
I decided to walk away and pretend I didn't see them. I didn't want to make things awkward or complicated. I didn't want to ruin our friendship or his happiness. Maybe he deserved someone better than me. Someone w
