We swapped sneakers for heels as the years passed and sashayed around in Guess mini skirts singing lyrics to glam rock with pink lips. Later, in college, a third girl became a part of our scene. You took to her immediately, but I found her to be reckless and loud like a freight train without brakes.
Then that day, the one day, when you and I, found the third girl, in bed with my boyfriend, you just glared at me, with those brown eyes that tend to turn black after too much booze. You didn’t pick up the phone when I called you the next day, the day after that, or the day after that either.
The week that followed was blurry. I was numb until I spotted you, You, driving the third girl around on campus. I saw you laughing at the red light. Both of you were laughing.
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Once, yes, you had me believe. You had me believe in friendship, love, the way it can swirl and mold into something grand like wet clay spinning on the pottery wheel until it dries and all the cracks begin to set in.