DEXTER ♡
She said it and went to her room still smiling and I stood in the kitchen with the unopened beer and the word sitting in the air where she had left it and I turned it over once and knew immediately it was not the full answer.
A friend did not produce that particular smile. A friend did not put colour in a person’s face on a Tuesday evening when the apartment had been carrying the weight of the last few days like furniture nobody could agree where to put. A friend was not someone you stepped onto the balcony to call, choosing the open air and the city noise over the warmth of the living room, creating distance from the walls and the people inside them.
I knew what a friend sounded like from outside a balcony door.
That was not it.
I put the beer in the fridge and went to my st
