In The Meantime: He Was In Love With His Best Friend

Months later we’d sit in the dark of the same living room, while he placed his face into his palms. I’d look over at him, with complete disgust, having made up my mind that I was leaving, “How can you lust after someone who doesn’t even want you?”

I looked at the text messages that I’d discovered earlier that day. I looked out of the window between each read and I could see trust walking further and further away. It was like he was speaking to himself, in the messages.

Hey homie.

Hey wassup?

Been trying to reach you.

Miss you.

Miss you a lot.

Love you.

You know that right?

Stopped by today, but you weren’t home.

Hello?

Finally she responded, days later, “You’ve got to stop this. Where’s your little girlfriend? Go spend time with her.”

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