“You didn’t expect me to admit it?”
“I really did not.”
“Well, saying it out loud doesn’t make it any less painful. This is going to end soon and he will fall out of love with my spreadsheets and my snark and my introversion and how closed off I am. It’s hard for me to open up and really love him and, actually, is it even love? Or is it lust and infatuation? It’s only been a couple months.”
“Fair question. Is it just sex and no deep conversation?”
I laugh, “The opposite.”
She points at the door and almost yells, “You’re not having sex with that man?!”
“No I am, I mean yes, I am. It’s just, that’s pretty recent. We actually waited weeks.”
She dips her chin, “Then you have your answer.”
“Infatuation though?” I try.
“Did you guys start out seeing zero flaws in each other and have yet to actually get real and pick each other apart?”
I really laugh, “The opposite again.”
“Okay and what about if he does break it off and finds someone else. Do you find the idea of him with another woman annoying, like,I don’t want him but I don’t want anyone else to have himor does it make you sick like you would slip into a great depresh the likes of which you’ve never seen before, including not being able to eat or sleep recently, when I was the world’s worst best friend?”
“Ugh, I hate it. I’m sick thinking about it.”
“Exactly.” She sits back, pleased to be right. “So, you two are in bona fide, one-in-a-million love with each other.”
“Woah, woah, woah. One in a million? No. I may hate it but he will move on. He wants an adventure. He wants change and variety. Ergo, I’m notthe onefor him, ergo, he is not the one for me. I’m positive.”
“Please stop saying ‘ergo.’”
“You said ‘circle back’ earlier. It’s only fair.”
“Damn, I missed this,” she points back and forth between us. “Have you tried with him?”
“Tried what?”
She lifts a shoulder, “Being honest and talking it out. Compromising. Maybe you go on some trips. Maybe he’s over all that stuff and is ready to stay home and make love to his hot wife.”
I wince and confess, “No.”
“Have you at least told him you love him?” I roll my lips together instead of answering. “Has he said it?”
“He was going to.”
“Burn.” She says, raising her eyebrows.
I shake my head, “No, no burn.”
“Yes, burn. You were sonot into itin the moment he stopped himself. Basically he saidI love youand you saidGee, Thanks.No wonder he is following you around like a love sick puppy tonight.”
“No,” I argue, and she waits. “No?” She just sits there, staring. “Well…Shit!”
“How have you survived without me? Go find him and tell him you love him!”
I stand, “Okay,” She stands and we hug. “So, we’re good?”
“Yeah, I still have stuff to tell you. We thought my dad was dying.”
