Thanks everyone for your encouragement and support for John's and my decision to go with Option B. I appreciate it, and I'm sure he does too.
But I just have to say that today I really hate Option B. I was lying in bed wishing that an earthquake would hit and the roof would fall on me and knock me into a coma so I didn't have to think about this any more. This is a really cruel joke to finally meet someone that I feel all the right emotions for, and then not be able to be with him.
And just for the record, I was completely in love with John before I kissed him. So don't go thinking, "Well if they had just not been alone together this never would have happened." That line of thinking couldn't be further from the truth. I would still feel this deeply for him even if we hadn't kissed. That's the travesty of it all. Falling in love just happened. How were we to know that it would? There are so many MoHos that hang out together up in Utah without any major problems. Why not us? Why couldn't we just hang out and become friends? Why did we have to end up this way? I hate my life right now.
I actually found myself still contemplating Option A yesterday and what the implications would be. And I was starting to not feel too bad about it.