Whoah. Hold up. Rewind – fast forward – anything to get me out of this awkward moment. Did Joe really just say he loved me? How did we go from football-talk to romance-talk in 3.5 seconds? How did he seriously think I was interested?
He was, after all, three years older than I was. Yeah, we talked a lot. Yeah, we spent all our time together. Yeah, we gave occasional hugs and other public displays of affection. But they were older-brother types of P.D.A. You know, the You’re so cute I think I’ll pat you on the head type. Or so I thought.
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By RTF Editor B.J. Hamrick