Every time I turned around, there he was. We never talked about it. We had plans. We were going to ride our dirt bikes everywhere. I have slept with him in tents. In rain. Snow. Blowing sand. I never noticed him because I am an asshole. A complete asshole. He got tired of waiting. It wasn’t gong to happen and I hate it when they walk away hurt but pretending they are not stunned. For that brief moment when his words slip into your eyes. We can still be friends. But no. No. And no. We cannot be friends because it will hurt more than I can do this time around. I am going to fucking kick my own ass for allowing this to go on too long. Go home.