5 min.
Failed Lovers, Lifelong Friends
“WHAT NOW?” TOM ASKED ME after I broke the news. I think I knew pretty quickly after our first date that we weren’t destined for romance, but I really liked him, so we kept seeing each other for a few months. Finally, reality had set in.
“Can we still be friends?” I asked him.
“Let me think about it,” he responded, sounding disappointed. “Maybe someday.”
My heart sank a little. I didn’t want him to be my boyfriend, but I didn’t want to say goodbye either. I remembered how his wry take on subway riders had made me chortle, how the article about fascism had sent me down an internet rabbit hole, how we jousted playfully about politics.
“I’ll miss you,” I said, and meant it.
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