It’s been three months since you decided that you had to let me go as your friend. I guess the constant joking was taken too far? I guess you need space to figure out what you need or who you were? It hurt me. Three months passed and I finally get a text.

To meet you for dinner at our spot.

So I met you. I spent time on my makeup just to meet you. My best friend. We talked and it felt like we never took a break. Or should I say the break you forced to happen. We finished our meals. And then you say it.

“Did I want to meet him?”

“Meet who?” I asked.

“My boyfriend, the guy I been talking about. Have you not been listening?“

I mean partially. I was more distracted by your happiness. And I must say I am jealous. Was it really me holding you back? I mean I get if you found a new friend…

But Boyfriend?

When? How? Why? I heard the rumors about your sexuality but I never questioned or cared. But to see you committed to anyone. Did you get tired of waiting for me? I cried to you about every guy or girl who never understood and you listened. You told me I deserve someone who could give me the world. Was that supposed to be you? We cuddled. We laughed. We loved. Each other. So you mean what I felt was a lie? And That one night you didn’t feel the tingle between our areas? Why did you cut me off? Why are you back now? You really went behind my back and found him. Now what do I do?

You told me “never settle for anyone who doesn’t treat you better than me.” I will always settle if it’s not you.

“Amera. You good?”

“Yeah, my bad. I spaced out. You were saying?”

“I said do you want to meet him?”

“Of course. When?”