You’ve been friends for as long as he could remember. To you, it’s a close friendship. To Jason…

“No, I don’t think he’d be good with you.” He tried his best to sound uninterested as you talk his ear off about some other guy. You’re his everything. An unhealthy obsession. He’d do anything you asked— because ‘that’s what friends do’ he tells you.

“He just doesn’t seem like your type…” he would know, of course. He’s spent everyday changing and hoping he could be your type one day.