She called like 15 minutes ago. As some of you know, she lives in New York. Here's how it all began. In 1st grade we were best friends. Last Halloween, we started making out on my bed. 3 months later, her dad got a promotion and her family had to move to New York. This worked out because my parents are divorced and my dad lives in Manhatten, same as her. Anyways, the call. Ill say the whole conversation. Nothing will be different.
Me-Hey baby, whats up?
Her-Oh*sniff*nothing.
Me-Whats wrong?
Her-This isnt working.
Me-What?
Her-Us. I cant do this anymore. How can we have a relationship if I SEE YOU THREE DAYS A WEEK!*full crying now**Long pause with occasional sniffs*
Me-We can make this work. We have made it work.
Her-*loudder crying*
Me-Is it what will make you happy? Ill break up with you if it makes you happy.
I said this because I was still her best friend
Her-You will? Ok.*sniff* I hope we can still be friends?
Me-Sure, sure we can. Ill be at my Dad's this weekend if you wanna talk.
Her-Ok
Some boring post break up talk. You wouldnt be interested.
Her-Listen, Mike might be throwing a party Friday. He told me to invite you, your phone was off.
Now Im all depressed. I dont know if this was just teen compainionship or real love like you see on those spanish sopoperas. Thisweekend will be a lot of talking.
