Can I ask you a question? Of course. If you loved me… Yes. And we could never, ever, ever touch, wouldn’t you eventually get over it and move on, letting someone else have the slightest hope that you might move on to them?
Everything we do is a choice. Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side streets. Kiss her or keep her. We make choices and we live with the consequences. If someone gets hurt along the way we ask for forgiveness. It’s the best anyone can do.