I almost didtell him once. One late night three years ago, after about ten thousand beers, when we were both so drunk we literally fell off the couch, Lee asked why I never had boyfriends. He was emotional and told me that someone as great as me deserved the best guy in the world, and he’d be more than happy to be my wingman and go out and help me look for this person, whoever he may be.
The earnestness shone from his eyes and he laid his hand on my arm, the warmth almost burning his palmprint into my skin. I wanted to tell him so badly that I could only ever find the second bestbecause my heart fully belonged to him, to Lee, to my best friend, and had been his since high school when I realized what I felt for him was more than friendship, when I understood that “normal” guys didn’t get a belly full of butterflies or a raging boner around their guy friends.