This week one of my best guy friends became a guy who was interested in me. I don't think either of us saw it coming. At least I definitely didn't. He told me I was amazing and beautiful every time he though it even if it passed into his thoughts when we would just sit in silence on the couch or laying down in front of my laptop. When I said I was in the mood for "ALL the potatoes" from KFC he ordered 16 large mashed potatoes' in the form of a full 12 piece chicken bucket. When we talked sometimes he'd kiss my forehead. I wouldn't learn until later that was a placeholder for every time he wanted a taste of my lips and was holding back. His biggest concern was not breaking up my relationship, so I told him if I decided I wanted him it will not be because he's broken us, it'll be because we've already been broken and I want to put some pieces back together again. When I told him I owed it to you and to myself to try to fix whatever we could and stop talking, he fixated on the fact that I would shirk my own happiness for someone else I care about. That should not have been so impressive. I told him that we had to go back to how it was before. He didn't sit on the same couch as me, I never poked his sides to see him twitch, and he would just be the same friend with bad taste in women that he always was. He says his taste has gotten better, clearly. I don't agree.