One Year
It’s been a year since we’ve seen each other. There’s no point in reliving anything, but I can still remember it like it was yesterday. It was halfway to St. Patty’s Day at the bar you and your friends love to go to and you invited me. It was just the two of us at the bar for a long time and then we met some law/phD students. When our other friends came, they stayed away from us and it was clear that they weren’t “our” friends anymore… they were back to being only yours. You lied about a few things involved your new lady friend, and I ended up leaving upset. I didn’t even want to go out that night, but I was happy you wanted to spend time with me.
A part of me wishes that the last time we were together wasn’t so negative, but I always knew that’s what it would take to never want to see you again.
I’m so glad it’s all over.
