both more afraid of losing the friendship than we were excited by the possibility of becoming something more.
So we left things exactly as they were.
Until one summer night when we were nineteen.
We had both gone on terrible dates.
Mine had spent nearly the entire evening talking about himself.
Jeffrey’s date had left early after they argued over some movie.
Later that night, Jeffrey and I met at our old high school football field.
The gates had been left open, so we slipped beneath the bleachers and sat
