We’d been mates for a while, but I’d always had a bit of a crush on him.
After a particularly lovely night out, he suddenly leaned in and kissed me.
My heart was pounding. my mind was spinning, my cup of joy was overflowing.
And then he pulled away, paused, and said:
“Errr, I didn’t mean to do that. I really didn’t mean to do that. I like you and everything, but not in that way. Sorry.”
The whole episode was over within five minutes. The crushing sense of defeat lasted for months.