ottawa. summer, 1987
we wore neon and thinking about it now i’m humiliated.
but it was a simpler time and we were in love. or we thought we were. i ignored the fact that you ignored me; ignored the fact that everyone told me you were feeling up jenny tiesdale in the back of the movie theatre; ignored that one time when you got drunk and slapped me. i blamed my side ponytail and whitney houston and her goddamn number one single.
we never were in love, were we?
at our 1o reunion when we all shuffled in and either bragged or scoffed at accomplishments ironically dressed like we did then our eyes locked across the room-you smiled and i looked away, i couldn’t face you anymore. later after a little gin i let you catch my eye and you apologized and i… i just walked away.