“John, you’re the closest friend I’ve ever had...”
“But you don’t love me,” he interrupted, frustrated, “and you don’t want to marry me.”
“Why would you say that? I do love you, and neither of us knows exactly what we’ll want to do five years from now. I may very well want to marry you, but that’s definitely not going to happen before I’ve graduated.” Katie insisted. “I want to have the freedom to choose a specialty and practice wherever it takes me. I thought you understood that.”
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