The Meantime

It wasn't long after that that I met your boyfriend. I have to say, he really was a nice guy. I don't know why I sound so surprised. It was after work one day. He swings by to pick you up sometimes. "That's sweet" I thought. He is friendly, caring. Pretty much what anyone would want from their partner.

We had lunch together quite a few times. That week it was raining, I was smoking, so you waited with me before we went inside. That was fun. I don't know about you, but I felt like a child. All huddled up under the canopy, looking out into the rain with you.

There is one of our lunchtimes that I remember so very well. Well, I say that. I think it was the time you insisted on buying me lunch. However I know it was the time we sat at the other end of the place. Because the seats at the 'usual' end were all taken. You told me what had happened, what some sick person whom I haven't even given the courtesy of remembering their name. Not long before your sixteenth birthday. It disgusted me, I almost convulsed.

I have to point out, at the time I was unsure why you were telling me all this. As I was reassuring you, telling you it wasn't your fault, all I could think was "Damn, why do I feel so disgusted by this? Well, that's a given. But why, then, do I feel like I should do something about it? You have a boyfriend." It was as I was saying this to myself, that you gave me the answer to my first question. Not that I didn't know it already. Maybe I just wanted to ignore it. I have no idea for who's good though. "You know, you have a way of making people feel at ease around you". Well, that confirmed what I thought.

You told me many things, that you thought you probably shouldn't have let slip. Nonetheless, I could tell that by now, you thought at least, that there wasn't a lot of point in not saying them. We talked more, you told me how you felt guys were like buses (wait around an age for one, and a few appear at once), asked me my opinion. I told you to go with whatever feels right for you. Do what makes you happy. If you get off a bus, you may never be able to get back on. But if you don't get on the other, you never know where it may take you. 

Thus what I believe you named the 'Buses scenario' was born.

And that is what happened in The Meantime.