To My “Friend” Who Left My Stuff in the Driveway When I Got a Boyfriend

You say I led you on — I say I offered you everything I could

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Hey “Friend,”

Long time, no talk.

I haven’t seen you since the day I told you I met someone. I guess you’d been expecting it, because you were driving around with my stuff in your truck: the ladder you borrowed when raccoons invaded your attic, the books on trauma I lent you, the sweatshirt I’d forgotten at your house…

You piled it all in a heap in my driveway and you peeled out.

Actually, that’s not entirely true.

I saw you after that — once, at the bar we used to hang out in. But we were strangers by then.

It was as if we’d never binge-watched several seasons of Letterkenny. Sunk dozens of hours into Rocket League. Laughed until we cried at the crack of dawn in an empty diner. Quarantined for a week together when your buddy gave us both COVID. Bonded over your dead sister and my dead best friend.

You pretended not to see me, so I pretended not to see you.

I can understand how our situation might have been confusing.