I moved out of my apartment. Curtis moved out of our apartment. He’d lined up an internship at a major accounting firm in downtown Los Angeles. He was moving in with an old high school friend close to work. There was no long goodbye, just a teary one.
“Best friends?” he said. I simply nodded, too choked up to talk. The apartment looked like I felt: empty.
Aaron was going to graduate school in San Francisco. I knew that was the end of us. He’d have so many men to choose from that he wouldn’t even think twice about me. He’d move on. He’d have to move on. That’s all any of us had to do now.
“I’ll call you,” I told Aaron a day later.
“I’ll have to charge you now for our little talks.”
I laughed as I cried. “f**k you, Howdy Doody.”
He hugged me. “Yeah, f**k you, too.”
As for Trevor and I
