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The course of true love never did run smooth ... He was my stability, my grounded best friend who could coax me off any cliff edge. Our friendship felt completely and utterly different to any ...

I know it’s wrong. I love my best friend and I know what I’m doing is terrible, but for some reason I can’t let go of him. I honestly have no idea what to do. What do you advise? A.