Friends again?
We were alone in the supply closet, getting ready to go check bathrooms the first time, and John held me back. He wouldn’t look me in the eye, but busied himself pulling on his latex gloves, staring at the floor, saying that he had something to tell me, if I had the time. If I had the time? It seemed like a silly thing for him to say, since we were just checking bathrooms … together, so I was in no more of a rush than he was in a rush. Maybe he was giving me the opportunity to shut him off and say I didn’t want to hear it, which honestly I wonder sometimes if I haven’t the right to do.
He told me that he thinks he's ready now. He thinks we can go back to being friends - hanging out and doing stuff together ... all that jazz.
I had thought that if he ever got to the place where he would say this to me, I would be so relieved, so happy ... but I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel any different. I guess I just assume things can’t go back between John and me after what happened and after all that time, so no matter what his words tell me, my heart feels the same and will just go on the same.
We can’t go back to what we were, because I’m no longer who I was. I’m Joey’s fiancé, the future Mrs. Richards, and I can’t put Joey through more of John and me.
I can’t put ME through more of John and me.
So, thanks, John, but I’m sorry … I’m not sure this changes anything.
He told me that he thinks he's ready now. He thinks we can go back to being friends - hanging out and doing stuff together ... all that jazz.
I had thought that if he ever got to the place where he would say this to me, I would be so relieved, so happy ... but I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel any different. I guess I just assume things can’t go back between John and me after what happened and after all that time, so no matter what his words tell me, my heart feels the same and will just go on the same.
We can’t go back to what we were, because I’m no longer who I was. I’m Joey’s fiancé, the future Mrs. Richards, and I can’t put Joey through more of John and me.
I can’t put ME through more of John and me.
So, thanks, John, but I’m sorry … I’m not sure this changes anything.