Except, of course, that this male friend confessed to me a year ago, while I was in Kenya with my family, that I was the part of his day he looked forward to the most. I’ve realized that I’m a little in love with you, he emailed. I hope that can be ok. Why can’t people sometimes be a little in love, without it meaning they’re going to have an affair or run off to Cuba? His confession shocked me, even though I had nursed a more benign crush on him for several years. According to the universal laws governing the friendships of people who are both married and not to each other, I knew I was now supposed to slowly back away, to distance myself to prevent things from getting out of control.