Drunken texts, way too many romantic ones to count. Texts that you’ve sent to Gaz, your best friend. Your best friend that’s straight and male.

You’ve apologized each time it happens, just as he’s have dismissed it, saying that he doesn’t mind and it’s okay.

The thing is, that it’s not okay. It never was. You know this as your stomach churns in bitter turmoil while you watch him talk to some lady across the pub.

And not you.

Why couldn’t it be you?