I had a really close relationship with this girl, let’s call her Justina.

Justina and I were inseparable; the type of friendship where people assumed we were either sisters or twins and most of the time, girlfriends.

I didn’t think much of the latter part of these assumptions because I am straight and so is she, or at least that’s what I’d thought.

We usually spent the night together in one or the other’s apartment as most best friends do.

One Friday night, when we were watching a movie she turned to me and asked what my take on lesbianism was.

It felt a bit odd hearing her ask that but I didn’t let it show and just answered with a shrug of my shoulders, as if to say I didn’t really care.

I was relieved when she seemed to have accepted my answer and turned away.

That, unfortunately, was not the last of it.

Over the span of some days, she continued to ask me deeper questions on the topic of lesbianism like “Have you ever wondered what it’d be like dating a girl?”

Believe me when I tell you those days were very very uncomfortable to live through.

She finally got the courage to make a move on me one Friday during our movie night. I’m going to spare you the details but I’m sure you have a mental picture already.

Anyway, I haven’t spoken to her since then and i feel terrible for that most of the time.

Am I wrong for doing that?

I honestly don’t think I’d listen even if you said I wasn’t.

One thing I know is we’re not going to have that closeness again.

She let the words of others get into her little delusional head and now we don’t speak anymore.

It’s depressing sometimes but the world still revolves and so I have no reason to remain still.