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We got our food and sat down.
Man, I'm tired as hell.
Yeah, me too.
Where did you go last night? We-- well, I-- didn't see you after you got up from the table and left.
Sorry. I just couldn't . . . be around that anymore. Made me feel a little sick.
He looked uncomfortable at the mention of "sick," Heh. I'm sure you heard about that?
From about a million different people.
Mmm. Yeah. God, I felt bad for her. I tried to calm her down, but . . .
It didn't work? No matter what you said?
. . . Exactly.
Yup. I've experienced that before.
He laughed, God we must sound pathetic. I bet she just dreams these conversations up.
Probably. But in her version of it, we're talking about how absolutely amazing she is. About how much she deserves praise.
So do you still have feelings for her?
No, I don't. I just hate the attention, and the flailing. It's like she's still trying to settle a score that I'd given up keeping track of a long time ago.
Yeah, I can understand that.
Can I be honest with you?
We'd kept talking long after our food was gone. I was liking Alex more by the minute, Yeah, go ahead.
In a purely selfish way, I'm happy you two broke up.
I was surprised, Really?
Yeah. I don't know. I've been interested in her since middle school, to be honest. And once you guys started dating . . . I secretly hated you.
I laughed, I'm sorry, but that's hilarious. My reaction seemed to relax him a bit, but not as much as I'd hoped.
I don't know, he said, it's weird. You spend your whole life trying to make a person love you, thus making you happy and comfortable and accepted, and you never realize that there are other people who are looking for that same thing, and possibly with the exact same person you are. Only one person can win; someone has to get hurt.
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