It has been just over six months now since Chris walked out. I would like to say it has been for the best and that we had worked things out. But that would be a lie.
Chris moved back to Florida, for a while he had moved back in with his mom, but then he found a new girlfriend then moved out with her. Roxy, his ex-girlfriend, moved out of the apartment two weeks after Chris had left. I see her now and then. She still works at the rock place we had all went out to for dinner the night before he left.
It seems like only yesterday we were all together in this apartment. But that’s how memories are right?
We can remember things that happened years ago, just as vivid and just as intense as if they happened just moments ago.
I blame myself a lot for Chris leaving. If I hadn’t talked to him about setting himself straight, maybe he would have stayed and maybe our friendship wouldn’t have fallen apart. But that’s a lot of maybes.
Now I have to deal with the present.