"Why, my little Rachel, are you trying to get me drunk?" "No, it's probably just me who needs alcohol to cope with my life right now." Vanessa strokes my arm. "I'm sorry this has been such a rough time for you." "It's my own doing," I mutter, and down another swig of wine. "Yep, it totally is." "Hey!" I exclaim, shoving her. "I told you to make some decisions about your relationships, but noooooo, you had to wait until you received a beautiful and romantic proposal you could reject, in order to make up your mind!" She wags a finger in my direction and fails to secure a serious look on her face. I roll down my lower lip at her. "I know. I screwed up royally. It's just it wasn't until that moment, that it really hit me." I take another sip of wine, feeling tipsy already. "I feel awful about it, and I miss him. I really do miss him. I almost called him twice this week, just to tell him little things. I was able to stop myself, but it's tough to accept I can't do that anymore. We have at least two sets of concert tickets to split up, maybe three.
