“You look wonderful.” Millions of unwanted, imaginary, feelings flood into a single sentence. I feel like an animal unable to control itself, fighting to be a man. Fighting every cell in my body to not put my arm around you or to mouth the words “I like you.” I don’t, I know I don’t, I can’t, it will kill everything we know. If I admit the feelings I seemed to have conjured in my mind what will th...