Oh my, I am so not looking forward to this when my boys get older. Yes, I called them boys!
"For now..."
Stop thinking about her, D. Drop the stupid rope. You know better. Tell that foolish, romantic heart of yours that until she comes to you, with tears in her eyes, and apologizes from the bottom of her heart, that there is no use getting your hopes up. She likes you. Heck! My H likes me. He still wants to D me - and your W still wants to "be friends".
