I know three things about my neighbor, Adam.

1. He likes to play his guitar on his balcony, often in his underwear.

2. He enthusiastically embraces the rock star lifestyle.

3. He must never, ever exist outside of the Friend Zone.

But the problem with number three is over the last year, he’s become my everything.

Adam’s the best friend I’ve ever had. The one who pushes me to follow dreams I’d written off as impossible.

We have strict lines that we don’t cross. Even when we blur them on occasion by playing you can look but you can’t touch, the lines are always there, guarding our friendship.

Taunting me with possibility.

Anytime he’s near, butterflies wage war in my stomach, desperately wanting those possibilities to become reality.

But me and my stupid butterflies are alone in that desire.

I don’t know how this will all go down, but one thing I do know?

We're going to ruin our friendship.