Then he’d look at me. I’d roll my eyes.
“We’re friends, Mom.”
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That was the truth. Or at least it was what we were willing to admit.
“Figure out what?”
Losing my best friend scared me more than dating him ever excited me. I think he felt the same way. So we kept things simple.
Until one summer night when we were 19.
We’d both had terrible dates. Mine spent two hours talking about himself.
Jeffrey’s date left early after arguing with him
Losing my best friend.
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We met at our old high school football field afterward. The gates were open, so we climbed under the bleachers and sat on the grass.
Jeffrey leaned back against a metal support.
“We’re bad at this.”
“Dating?”
“Choosing people.”
I laughed.
“We’re bad at this.”
He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “What if we never get it right?”
