i finally slumped in my seat in the subway on the way to a house class and said, "I think he has a girlfriend. In fact, I think that I know he does. - Okay I did some facebook stalking too -- and I think she's gorgeous. Beautiful. Hot. Hot and beautiful."
My friend was silent and eventually replied with an, "Oh."
I looked out the window and didn't see much other than the dark rattle of concrete walls as the subway streamed past. "This is me trying not to care," I muttered. "I guess I'm happy for him."
"Don't worry dude," my friend says. "You're gorgeous too. And he's still got his issues. Let him go and mess this girl up and he'll probably sort himself out after and come running back to you."
