"So does this mean we're back to just being friends?" She folds her arms over her chest, closing me off, trying to pretend this doesn't bother her when I know it does. I can see the sadness on her face.
"Willow, I'm not the one deciding this. You know I want a relationship with you. I want to be more than friends."
"We are more than friends. What we're planning to do later tonight proves that we're more than friends."
"It makes us friends who have sex. That's not a relationship."
"Then I guess we should just be friends and nothing else. Nothing physical. No more kissing. Flirting. Hand-holding." Her voice cracks.
I sigh, beyond frustrated with her. She's so stubborn. So black and white. Hot and cold. I know she wants this. She wants us back together as much as I do, but she won't let it happen. She won't even try. I don't understand it. I'm not asking her to marry me. Just date me. That's it.
But she won't do it. Maybe Trent is right. Maybe a future with Willow just isn't possible.