My town is made up of a bunch of privileged children and adults pretending to understand the rest of the world.
There was a time when I thought I was in love.
That was the first and last time I felt that way.
Sneaking out of someone else’s home during a sleepover to sit on top of the monkey bars in the local park with him, gazing up at the starless dark sky and talking about anything else but the obvious feelings between us.
We both knew that we were good for each other since then but it’s too bad that we only got the courage to admit our feelings years later when the timing was anything but ideal.
I used to think, during our fights after we broke up, what if we confessed during that time in the park, during our video chat sessions, our hushed phone calls, during the time we were able to stand each other, able to look at each other without anger and resentment.
I wonder when, not only our relationship as a couple, but our relationship as friends fell apart.
I couldn’t imagine life without your friendship back then, I would have never been able to imagine that it would turn into this. I still can’t fathom how it did turn into this.
Turn into drunken calls past midnight, flirting with each other, cheating on whoever we were with at the time, the flirting turning into screams and broken accusations and frustration a couple of minutes in.
We tried to fix us, it was just impossible for two completely broken and fucked up people to fix something together.