'Adam's not staying tonight?' I asked. Gen shook her head.
'No, he said he had to go home or his flatmates would drink his soy milk,' she explained. 'But he is coming over on Saturday, he's going to take me out to dinner to celebrate our first month of being together!' She grinned, proudly. I laughed.
'Cute.' Gen had acted this way about boys before, it was hard to tell when she was really serious about a person. The only time I knew for certain how she felt about somebody was when we were still and school and she dated a boy named Jorge. She loved him so much that I rarely got to see her, she was always with him and he hated me so she could never be with both of us at one time.
Even when she wasn't with Jorge she was thinking about him, or talking about him, or on the phone to him. I didn't say anything, of course. Jorge made Gennie happy, and that made me happy.
I remember when she had been dating him for five months and I was upset about something so I called her up, hoping she would understand and give me her shoulder to cry on, and she promised me that I could see her that day. But she never called me back. She and Jorge spent the day together that day.
I couldn't count the amount of times I cried myself blind while they were going out. I was secretly happy when they broke up, I went straight to her bedroom with bottles of wine and she blotted out her misery while I celebrated - on the sly.
I know that sounds horrible and selfish. Quite frankly I wanted Gennie all to myself. I was miserable without her, and it was inevitable that she and Jorge would split. Even she knew it.
photo credit - gelchy
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