Drunken texts, way too many romantic ones to count. Texts that he sent to you, his best friend. His best friend that’s straight and male.

He’s apologized each time it happens, just as you have dismissed it, saying that you don’t mind and it’s okay.

The thing is, that it’s not okay. It never was. He knows this as his stomach churns in bitter turmoil while he watches you talk to some lady across the pub.

And not him.

Why couldn’t it be him?