We're friends, we get along pretty well, we understand each other and randomly flirt with each other.I could invite him hme to watch "New Girl" episodes while we are drinking mate; and I could invite his brother too, because all good things come in three. Eventually we would fall for each other because weunderstand each other so well and we would probably last maybe a year or something, but I would get to the point where my kid inside would scream how this wasn't what I'm looking forward and then I would have the highest crisis of guilty of all time.

I'm hating these both sides of me.

I'm done.