I saw that girl today, she asked about that other guy.

She toys with me, casting that lingering look at me as she walks out the door. Or, could it be, I’m toying with myself?

We tried it, you know? Being together. It sucked. Lonely together. I blame myself, let her get too close.

That day she said, “Can we still be friends?”

“Of course.”

I was glad then, being able to keep getting to know her without the strings.

But now…

She came in yesterday with her niece, my stomach started doing flips like I hadn’t seen her in months. What is wrong with me?

One day we walked and talked for hours. Another of her friends got back together with his ex, she fussed over it.

I asked her, “Are you trying to make me jealous?”

“Do you still have feelings for me?”

“I don’t know.”

Why did I say that? Why did she ask that? Why did I say that? My mind churned.

“If I started dating someone else, would you be upset?”

“I’d have no right to be.”

I never said I wouldn’t be.