i went to the park on sunday with corissa, and there was a guy there who had been on the phone for about half an hour. i was sitting on the bench next to him, writing. i was not eavesdropping, but snatches of the conversation were floated my way. i heard him start talking to a girl about something or other he wanted to do, and at the end of the phone call he said 'ok, love you'. so i looked up at the guy for the first time, for no reason, and he was with a girl. they were sitting together, him with his arm her, her gently stroking his hand. and i automatically thought he was cheating on the girl on the phone.
yet, why couldn't the girl on the phone have been a family member or an extremely close friend? my thoughts had so much to do with the way he said 'i love you', the tone in his voice. a familiar, almost dismissive quality. an i love you that had been said a hundred times before.
and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was a guy. it was because i saw myself in them, me and ben sitting in park almost the same way. and then the memory of louis taking me to the same exact place and my heart pounding as i realized that he had found out. i remembered how close i was to losing him. how stupid i was.
when louis came to the park to pick me and corissa up, i gave him the biggest hug and kiss.
i hope i was wrong in my assumption.
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