She’d broken up with me about a year ago. It fucking killed me, but we’d stayed friends, which was difficult because seeing her with other guys make me fucking nauseous. And she was always with another guy.
It was late afternoon when my doorbell rang. I was confused, to say the least. I asked if everything was okay and she nodded. I invited her in, offered her a cup of tea and she asked for a gin and tonic. She rarely drank in the afternoon, so something was up.
I sat down with a gin and tonic of my very own and proceeded to roll a joint as I looked her over and tried not to think about the fact that she was no longer mine. I’m pretty sure I was in love with her.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked
“It’s a bit awkward…” she replied.
A long pause. I waited and wondered and truly believed she was about to tell me I needed to get myself tested, the curse of a desperately curious mind. Fuck.