Moving to the city for a job after I finished school was a big step, but I was lucky enough to find the perfect apartment and make some great friends. After a few months, a group of us in the building established a routine of getting together one night a week for drinks and conversation. That’s how I met my Cynthia, the new girl next door. She moved to the city for work like most of us, and we have become part of her city family.

As a group, we occasionally go places together for fun. We watch out for each other, and we discuss how our relationships and careers are going. When my new neighbor joined the group, we all looked forward to helping her adjust. My family came for a visit last week, and they loved meeting everyone at our weekly party. My mother was particularly impressed with Cynthia and let me know I should consider dating her.

I told my mother it wasn’t that type of relationship, but she did start me thinking about it. I really like her, and we have a lot in common. While our careers are very different, we seem to have a lot of hobbies and interests in common. I’ve been treating her more like a younger sister, but she is only a year younger and growing up fast.

I thought long and hard about asking her for a date, but I just don’t feel that spark of attraction for her. She’s a wonderful woman, and I am sure she will be a great wife for some lucky man. I truly hope that we will always be friends, but that is all the relationship I want with her. I love her dearly, but I’ve realized I don’t have to date her to feel that way.