- …..she thought they could still be friends, but–Let’s face the cruel facts here, people!!–she was as naïve as the day is long. He had been around her and on top of her and inside her and all points in transit to boot, and there was no way in this fuckin’ world of ours that he wanted anything to do with a so-called “Platonic” friendship with the girl he loved more than anything on the whole third planet from the Sun; no one else even came close. He wanted the deep, meaningful, sexual relationship they had savored in the past; she no longer did. And hence there was no room for the compromised, let’s-get-together-for-occasional-beers-and-pretend-that-we-were-never-intimate-lovers type of relationship she proposed, and so they went their separate ways after that and the world kept turning on its tilted axis and the birds kept singing from their havens in the treetops and FICA kept withholding obscene amounts of money from their bi-weekly paychecks and after a while the pre-doomed pair nearly forgot they ever knew each other. Rather……she nearly forgot. He never did and never could……
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