“You’re lucky I love you so much,” I inform Lee with a longing look at the bar. I wish people would hurry up so I can get some booze in me to make listening to drunk people singing off key more bearable. “I know you hate ...
Everything went better than I could have planned. At the restaurant there was no lag in conversation as we ate, sneaking bites off each other’s plates. I’d picked a horror flick, so she practically climbed into my lap during the scary scenes. All in all, I’d say it was a fucking success. The only...
She looks so anxious and regretful as we sit facing each other in the vinyl dinner seats waiting for our food. I need to get the fuck over this. We’re friends, that’s all we can ever be. She’s too good for me anyway. Too sweet, too beautiful, too perfect. The ache of longi...