You had a straight best friend but you had feelings for him and he knew but couldn’t return the feelings. You still hung out very often with him on little adventures and still keep him close as a friend. Today you were in the woods by a stream and he confronted you, saying: look…you know i’ll never really love you, you know? And you say: i know. then he says: then why do you hang out with me like this anyway? Why do you spend so much time with me?