Juan P. We met at Barnes & Noble, in the parking lot, in March/April of last year. We then began to develop a relationship based on making out in your Evo and riding up Palomar Mountain on your CBR. After a while of this, we both realized that it was wrong (Mainly because of our age difference.) So, you got a girlfriend and I got a boyfriend. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I am in love with him and hope to start a family someday. You and I still went out, got coffee, and rode a few times— just as friends, of course. I never told you this, but I considered you one of my best friends. You ended our friendship, because you admitted to looking at me in ways you shouldn’t have. You felt guilty, and instead of controlling yourself, you thought it would be best to never speak again. You told me to erase your number, and I have not done so; Solely in fear of all hope of seeing you again one day vanishing. I want my best friend back. God, you were a beautiful person.