“Who is he?” My closest friend asked me this question last night. I replied with, “He is just a friend,” but I knew he wasn’t. That simple question is haunting me still. The incessant pressure it has created on my mind is questioning my every fiber of morality.
Before you ask, let me be clear. I am not romantically or physically involved with him. We do not even live in the same state. We speak different languages. We’ve spent at most 10 days—or rather, 10 nights—together. He sometimes talks to me for hours. He vents about his relationship problems, his business struggles, his views on marriage, kids, how to build a family, and then he tells me how being single is the best for him. He is shameless with me. He is honest. He behaves stupidly. He sometimes begs to hold him for five seconds. He flirts with me for an hour and then, when he sees some girl with fairer skin and a perfect body, he’ll go talk to her and none of us even feel bad.
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