this morning #1774.
this morning, during breakfast, irene asked about you. i forget what it was that led us down that path exactly but she asked how we met & i told her the story. how, through mutual friends, we always ended up at the same events. how, at first, we didn’t think of each other in that way. how, when two friends canceled, we found ourselves alone watching that weird film. how, once it’d ended, we kept things going & how, at night’s end, you & i, driven by drinks, engaged in an awkward kiss. parted ways thinking that’d be it between us. then our friends let on that they’d canceled on purpose to try to get us together. we started seeing each other in a different light. all this time later, we had to admit it: their scheme had succeeded.