Nazlanmak

“Do you like me as more than a friend?” she asked.

My brain raced with the possible meanings of her question, and the potential answers I could give her and the outcomes they would lead to. I desperately wanted to be honest but I feared that she didn’t want to hear that response and that would lead to our friendship dissolving. She would never let me see her again. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy her company, her jokes, her smiles, her secrets.

A split second after those horrid things crossed my mind, I replied to her.

“No.”