I didn't understand would be vital to how I write this story:
How it feels to truly be in love with someone.
(And I don't think I knew how that felt until recently.)
I have a better understanding now of what sorts of things S might be feeling toward B, as unrequited as some of those feelings are.
I've always thought this story was, to some degree, an anti-love story. Not so much, though. It's more a different kind of love than anti-love. A weird kind of love. The kind many people read about rather than experience.
I've experienced some of it.
And I'm going to infuse this story with it.