of bodies, no longer
strangers.
The Problem with Sex
Is that it changes everything.
Brad and I are still friends.
But we’re a different kind
of friends. More than pals.
More, even, than fuck buddies.
It’s like we’re stand-ins
for the true loves of our lives.
And the only way to be that
is to let ourselves love
each other.
When you love someone,
you don’t want to hurt
them, even if they deserve
to be hurt. When you love
someone, you want to hurt
them, even when they don’t
deserve to be hurt. It’s totally
messed up, and so are Brad
and I. Totally messed up
because of—and over—
each other.
We don’t talk about the future.
Don’t talk about what will
happen when Trey comes
back, or if Angela decides
her husband and children
mean something to her,