He may have been “Friend A,” and she “the girl that loves my best friend,” but they were masquerading around a truth that neither one could openly admit because ultimately, the truth was much more painful. At first it was only hers, but then it became something that the two of them shared together – like a secret, a world upon which no other could encroach. Hers was a white lie built on a grain of truth that snowballed as one lie after the other piled up.
