BRITNEY
I hadn’t heard from Josh in three weeks since our awkward encounter. Not that I was really expecting to. Not only did I meet some random guy and tell him that his girlfriend had confided her entire relationship with me, while we were both in a coma, but I also got completely bombed in front of a recovering addict and woke up in his guestroom. Real chic. Getting carried out of a restaurant isn’t exactly how I imagined the night would end up. Needless to say, I was flabbergasted when I received a text from him requesting to talk to me in person.
He was vague in the message, so we agreed to meet in Central Park. The weather was nice enough to wear a light jacket, as I made my way to an empty park bench, enjoying the scenery of the foliage, the leaves turning from a vibrant green to
