Cool,” I Said. “you Can Im With

Oh God. She Probably Thinks We Were Off Doing—you Know—romantic Type, Um, Things—

He Didn't See Me Looking At Him, But I Could Tell The Ceremony Was Having The Same Effect On Him. He Was Enraptured. It Was A Rare And Sweet Look For Him, Reminding Me Of The Tortured Artist That Lived Beneath The Sarcasm. I Liked That About Adrian—not The Tortured Part, But The Way He Could Feel So Deeply And Then Transform Those Emotions Into Art.

Bringing Children Into It Was Just Low, I Decided. At Least Heʹd Left Puppies Out.

And I Could See His Internal Struggle Become An All Out War. "it Wouldn't Have Made A Difference. Not With Adrian Involved," He Said..... "i Meant It. I Won't Be That Guy Rose. I Won't Be That Man That Takes Someone Else's Girlfriend.

I'd Accepted A While Ago That There Were Too Many Reasons For Me To Even Think About Him Romantically Anymore. Every Once In A While, I Slipped A Little And Kind Of Wished He Would Too. It'd Have Been Nice To Know That He Still Wanted Me, That I Still Drove Him Crazy. Studying Him Now, I Realized He Might Not Ever Slip Because I Didn't Drive Him Crazy Anymore. It Was A Depressing Thought.