“Are you sure you don’t want me to order you some bacon and eggs, or something? You look like you’re starving.”
“No thanks.”
We were lovers, once. Now we are former lovers, trying to be “just friends.” It’s easy enough to manage when one was not much more than a friend in the first place. Trying to bury the memory of passion and pretend that it doesn’t matter that there was once romance and now there is no more, is another matter. At least for us, it is.
We’re still trying anyway, because as awkward as being “just friends” has proven to be, the thought of being enemies or, worse, ghosts of memories to each other is more painful.
“I don’t think you get to be angry at me for having dumped you for a man, after this.” My ex-girlfriend stabs at a pancake with her fork. I must still love he
