I couldn’t even listen to whatever you were saying. My mind is elsewhere, fixed on the things I wish I could be doing to you. As you carry on, all I could think about was how bad I want your gloss-covered lips on mine. How much I’d want to feel you below me. But how could I? This was a no-go zone. You are my oldest female friend. We’d known each other since we were tiny kids. To add, each of us is in a happy relationship. But how happy could it be if you called me so that you could vent about him? This was so complicated. There were so many things wrong with my thoughts. I mean, did you even feel the same? Did you want me? On one hand, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. It meant too much to me. But then again, I wanted you so fucking bad. But no. I couldn’t do this. So, I decided to push my thoughts deep down, where all such thoughts go to die, never to see the light of day again.