How Things End

Posted on February 19, 2013

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“I wish I could love you.”

***

We’re in bed, in post-coital bliss. He looks at me, knowing that I know the truth. 2 months into the relationship, he slipped in a comment. He tries to stop any conversation from happening. But I need to know.

“How old are you?”

“Why does it matter?”

“You told me you were 26. Are you 26?”

“No”

“How old are you?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Tell me.”

“I’m 21.”

***

I walk into him kissing my best friend on the balcony.

***

I run into his best friend, who asks me what I did for New Year’s. I tell her I was in Berlin. She says, “That’s weird. C was in Berlin for New Year’s too.” He hadn’t told her that he was with me.

***

Reading the last lines of his suicide note: “In the future, I see nothing but pain. That’s enough of a reason to end things now.”

***

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. My phone rings.

“Is this Raja?”

“Yes.”

“I think you know my boyfriend A.”

“You mean ‘MY boyfriend A’?”

***

“I was turned on by your brains. But I always thought you were ugly.”

***

“I believe Lebanon should be part of Greater Syria.”

***

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