He spent the whole day with me and took great care of me. I liked that. And finally I also liked that he worried about me to the point of not sleeping at night. But why was he doing that if I was just a friend? Even if, in fact, with him, everything often took on another dimension.
The next day I was really better and we both looked better. Greg came to see me and I didn't feel like continuing this hypocritical behavior with him, especially since he seemed really happy to see me in good shape. Why did I blame him when he didn't do anything to me? It wasn't his fault I didn't get what I wanted with Alex. Hadn't he said himself that he wasn't in love with Alex? It was a way of telling myself that I could try something if I wanted to. He wasn't the enemy. There was no enemy. So when he kisse
