Literally failing to function after an unbelievably hard
breakup, following directly on the heels of a lay off from my job, my best friend
was practically worrying herself sick trying to keep me from going all the way
under.
The weekend was fast approaching and she didn't want to
leave me in the midst of my painfully broken and disappointed heart. Acting out of desperation, she called me
early that Thursday evening.
“Hello?” I croaked,
my voice still warbling in and out of control.
“Hey. How are you
doing?”
“Okay.” I paused to
get control of myself before I burst in tears again. “I just can’t believe how horribly painful
this is.” My chin began to
twitch so I shut up.
“That’s why I was calling.”
She sounded rather cheery. “Listen,
I don’t want you to be alone this weekend, but I've got to go to the
Springs. There’s this girl - cute story
really - getting married. She’s doing a pagan ritual wedding and exchanging the hand-fasting vows and all that. I think it will be a wonderfully romantic
time. Why don’t you come with me?”
The loaded silence enveloped us while I waited for her to
realize what she was asking of me. After
a few awkward moments, she ended the call with a hasty apology.
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