I still get crushes on my friends, on and off, but because I'm attached, no one will ever ask--no one would dare, most likely--and I'm glad they don't. I'm ashamed of the fact that I continue to be infatuated with friends, even faintly, though I know it's natural and inevitable. There will always be people I find attractive.
I suppose it is consolation enough that I do not consider most of them viable for consideration in a relationship. But one or two actually are in my eyes, and they're the ones who make me wonder. Of course I'm aware they do not present better options, but I can't help but wonder, and imagine. That's what people of my personality and experience do. I write, of course I wonder.
