People That Had Sex

“I told her I was meeting up with my old friend from California who is moving to France. I didn’t tell her that -”

“That I was a girl..that was a thing.”

“ – that it’s a girl I used to have sex with.” 

Ah, right. A girl you used to have sex with. 

I could add a few more things to that.

Yes, I was a girl you used to have sex with.

I was also a girl you used to talk to everyday. I was a girl that met your family. I was a girl you went on dates with.

I was more than sex..but I guess you forgot. Or maybe I was the deluded one?

I don’t know when it was lost, but I guess I became the girl you could forget.

I was the girl you stopped spending time with, similar to how someone stops reading a book and leaves it on a desk or the floor, dog-eared on page 143.

I was the girl that was given no explanation as to why our friendship became distant, similar to how a professor will give you a C on your paper that you thought was at least worth a B, so you study the scrawled messy handwriting looking for an answer as to why, but can’t quite decipher the red marks. I was the girl left frustrated and confused, and the slightest bit hurt.

I was the girl that had to figure out from context clues why you started making excuses to flake. I was the girl that found out from an Instagram post that you had a girlfriend, and then made the realization, “Ahh..he stopped talking to me because he met someone new.”

I was the girl, that became the other girl.

I was the girl that concluded our friendship must have been meaningless, because it was so easy for you to let me go.

I was the girl that understood what we were was borderless, but didn’t understand why you couldn’t have just talked to me. Told me that you met someone. I’m the girl that would’ve understood. But I am not, Nor Ever Was, the girl that was ok with you disappearing out of my life because you were too bowlegged to hurt me.

Coward.

because you knew. you knew. you had to know. what you did. was wrong.

Before becoming, “a guy I had sex with,” you were my friend and would have always stayed as that; friends don’t abandon each other. But you left, you disappeared, and never addressed it. So, now, here we are.

People that had sex with each other.