Instead, I have a nearly one-sided e-mail exchange with a cantankerous best friend, the sort of best friend who scowls and glowers and forgets where the "reply" button is located and doesn't often call back.
I think I'll live.
Romance is yet alive in my soul, despite the fact that my best friend is stiff and uncomfortable with expressions of tender emotion from me, and further despite the fact that he shares his e-mail address with his parents.
