I can’t believe they broke up.
“I can’t believe I just had a breakup” she says, cementing the impossibility.
I don’t know their story as ‘theirs’, I only know it her way. So I don’t know his view on this.
I don’t know why such things happen.
It just feels wrong and uppity.
After a few months we catch up. She says there ARE those lonely days but I feel astonished and awed at how she wants to find positivity in every damn situation. I can’t imagine myself there. I’d wallow in pity and ice cream and go over to the darker side and give in to murderous thoughts.
I meet her after a year.
I just had a breakup. She hugs me and says sorry. Her face is aglow. “Found someone?” I ask.
“Yes! Someone I thought I’d lost forever” she chirps.
“Oh, I didn’t know you guys got back” I say, congratulatorily.
She gives me a hug and laughing insanely, replies.
“No silly! I was talking about myself!”
Pic: google images (and then some editing on top)