Here is how it would be;
Cali would marry, go on a honeymoon, return, maybe stay here, maybe leave for somewhere else, whatever.
During the time she was here I’d behave towards her as I had always done. There would be no change no flag, no reason for her to ask ‘what is wrong’.
Cali would live her life never knowing that I loved her and maybe if I were older, in mind or body or both, I would have stepped up our friendship.
That is if Cali would have wanted that.
And now comes the point; if Cali wanted to ‘step up’ she could have done/said something.
But she never did. As I never did.
If she had loved me like that…
So she didn’t.