He told me, not face to face, but anyway, he told me he was never gonna want me that way. I mean, he was tryin’ to tell me he wasn’t gonna love me romantically or whatever you call it. He was seeing me like a friend, and that was gonna be all. And sometimes I wonder why the fuck we consider that less. ‘Cause now that I think about it, it’s the most beautiful thing someone could ask for. He is my friend. And that, ladies and gentleman, is the best thing a person can have: a friend. I’m so happy to have him. I feel utterly glad to have him. And I feel honoured to be called friend by him. As long as we’re friends, everything’s gonna be fine. I love him.