I don't know why...
He looked at a picutre of her, still frowning.
It couldn't be the truth... He just couldn't be in love with her.
He has already been in love with someone else.
Maybe he wasn't just in love with that person anymore...
„Impossible“, he whispered, then he laid the picture of his best friend with the strawberryblonde hair on the table.
„I'm not in love with her... I love her...“
