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respond to that.
    "Oh, hey Justin. It's been awhile. How's it going?" I tried to keep me voice calm, and wondered if he could hear the slight tremors in it.
    "Good, good," he responded, "I just moved to a new place and thought I'd spruce it up with some art. Can I ask your opinion?"
    This was seriously so surreal. Justin, asking for my advice? Treating me like a  real adult? "For sure, what did you have in mind?" I responded, trying to keep my raging emotions in check.
    An hour later, we had picked Justin out some great contemporary pieces for his new loft. We spent the time making jokes about our family, discussing art, and discovering we both shared a love for good beer as well as hiking, among other things. It was probably the most we had ever talked, Justin and I, and it made me feel all tingly to realize how much we had in common. To me he had always kind of represented more of an idea than an actual person, and now he seemed so much more real. Maybe I was the same for him.
    "This was surprisingly fun, Ellie," he said, playfully swatting at my shoulder, "you should come over for a beer and help me decide where to hang them."
    Oh my god oh my god oh my god. Had Justin just invited me to his place? After being so calm and cool throughout the entire encounter, I felt my face turning red, "y-yeah, that would be great," I responded, trying not to sound too excited by the possibility.
    "Cool. See you around, sis." And he was gone.
                  I continued walking, so lost in remembering the afternoon that I almost missed my street. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Justin smiled at me like we shared a secret, the way his dimples accentuated his perfectly shaped face, the way sometimes a lock of his deep brown hair would fall in front of his eyes, and how he would smooth it back just for it to fall again. And, above all, I thought about how he made my heart pound. Still, after all this time. No one had ever made me feel like that before. That last thought brought me back to the real world, and I remembered that in the real world I was late for drinks.
     

 
    Chapter 2 - Goodbyes
    I walked into the bar and saw him waiting for me at the back. Cute, sweet, good to me Henry. He hadn't seen me yet, so I took a moment to just look at him. He has strawberry blonde hair, a face covered in freckles, and a serious expression on his face. His brow was furrowed over his current book - something by Murakami - and he looked like he was in a different world entirely. Henry and I had been friends for a couple of years when he finally asked me out. That was a couple of months ago. I had reluctantly agreed, and things had been pretty good between us since. What got along so well, and already spent a good deal of our time together. At first it was weird to kiss him, and there weren’t exactly fireworks in the bedroom, but spending Sunday mornings cuddled in his arms were pretty damn nice. But after seeing Justin today, I knew that being with Henry wasn’t fair to either of us. What came next was not going to be pleasant.
    I went to the bar and grabbed us two beers, and plopped them down on the table in front of him. He looked up from his book with that other-worldly, confused look people get when they are rudely reminded that the real-world exists.
    “Hey, El,” he inclined his face to me for a kiss. I pecked him on the lips and sat down on the adjacent bar school, already filed with guilt. I hated to hurt someone I loved and admired so much. He gave me an inquisitive look, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something. Is everything alright?”
    I sighed. Time to band-aid this thing. “H. This isn’t working. Us. We don’t work. I feel like… like you’re my brother or something,” I paused as my words made me cringe. Maybe not the best way of explaining my non-amorous feelings for someone... “I love you, but I don’t feel like I can love you love you, you know?” Henry and I had always been brutally