The saying goes “Lovers come and go but friends are forever.” I had believed that up until I found out my best friend was getting married. I don’t want you to automatically assume this is going to turn into some Julia Roberts movie like in, ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’. For starters, I don’t even have a gay best friend. Second, I never was in a relationship with him.

Not that it was unrequited love. He had, at one point, been in love with me. The only conundrum we were facing back then was me, myself, and I. Me, being the hard case I was, denied him the opportunity to win my affections for the simple reasoned flaw, “I don’t date guys younger than me”

Oh how he just fawned over me like I was some goddess. It never amounted to anything, obviously, but I couldn’t say it never hurt to make a girl feel extra special. Now that there was another girl who was more special than me, it made my stomach churn. That might be the reason why I skipped the club meeting and headed straight to the restroom. I sat there, contemplating how this happened.

It had to be when he was in Mexico. Darn it, I told him not to go there. There must have been something in the water to make him go head over heels for a girl he hardly knows. Please, if there is a God, give me a sign. I gasped as someone knocked on the stall door I was currently in. “Grace? For heavens sake, get out of there. You need to stop being so melodramatic about this.”

I could see Molly rolling her green eyes at me right now as her perfectly manicured nails rubbed her temples in annoyance at me. Knowing that, I picked my purse up and unlatched the door to glare at her. She really had no idea what I was going through. “How can I not worry about this?” I asked.

Her well-toned butt leaned against the sink. She folded her arms as her brow arched already waiting for me to continue to say something else. I hate that. Having friends who know you too well can make having a self pity party much harder. When I didn’t speak she crossed her legs to take a breath, “This was bound to happen. Why are you taking it personal . . . Now? You don’t make any sense Grace.”

I ran a hand through my hair and rested my back against a closed stall door which had an ‘Out of Order’ sign attached to it.  I heaved a sigh. My eyes darted toward Molly. I shrugged, feeling very hopeless. “I don’t know either. It doesn’t make much sense to me either, you know?” 

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