I walked to the harbour during my lunch break, leaned on the fence, and looked at the river.
Cali and I had been friends all our lives. Friends. Cali never was attracted to me. She never saw me as a ‘love interest’.
Because I had never pushed anything or thought of pushing, we had stayed close friends.
She was marrying another man because she saw him as a lover. She saw him as husband. She never saw me like that. And because I never made a move, I never was rejected.
So I don’t need to discuss it, to wonder, for her answer would have been no.
And my benefit was that I never asked so never had to hear it.