“Hey, Valerie, are you going to the show tonight?” Paige asked me as she sat down at the small wooden table in the coffee shop.
I had completely forgotten. Paige had told me around a month before about a house show that was supposed to happen on Halloween night. I didn’t have any plans besides filling up on cheap candy I bought for anyone that happened to come by my apartment and watching shitty B-movies all night long.
“Honestly, I forgot all about the show, but I think I would much rather come with you than hang out by myself in my apartment for another night,” I told Paige.
My ex-boyfriend left me around two months ago. Well, he didn’t leave so much that I made him leave. I happened to walk in on him completely naked with another woman I used to call a close friend. That really fucked me up for a while. It still gets to me, honestly. So that’s why so many nights recently have been spent cooped up alone on the couch, in front of the TV, with any junk food I can find. I love Paige, though. She has really been there for me throughout this whole ordeal. She gets me. I guess not every night has been spent alone. Sometimes Paige likes to show up unannounced on what feels like my worst nights, kind of like she can sense the desperation. If it wasn’t for her, I’m not too sure I would have handled the breakup as well as I’ve managed so far.