It's kind of funny, really. He's got all sorts of layers and all types of emotional baggage - the type I usually despise. He's an absolute mess, something I don't need any more of in my life. I keep him at arm's length, just another funny boy, just another friend.

But sometimes, he accidentally brushes against my arm or runs his hand through his messy hair. Sometimes, he throws his head back and laughs or compliments me and then, it happens. All of a sudden, my eyes can't meet his and my throat is always dry and I'm pushing whatever I'm feeling back into my gut.

That's exactly what I'm doing as he introduces his girlfriend to me, his long-time best friend.