I lied to you. I told you nothing happened, that I was drunk and had no recollection of that night, that it didn’t mean anything. I lied, I do remember, some things. We had sex, both of us too drunk to make good decisions. We were lonely, so we had sex. We vowed never to tell anyone, and we haven’t. But it still weighs heavily on my conscience. I’m sorry. There is no excuse, but I know telling you will only hurt you and end our friendship. So no, I will never tell you, to save our friendship. I love you, and would never do anything to hurt you intentionally. I never meant for this to happen, and there really aren’t any words to describe how I feel. I love you, so you will never know what happened that night.