she told me of the conversation they had last night at the bar. C was crying. because today would have been their 3 year anniversary. it went a little like this.
C: I still love you, you know.
A: I know.
C: But she loves you, too.
A: How do you know?
C: I can just tell. You better be good to her.
A:(i'm imagining silence here as she figures out what to say)
C: and I can't even be mad at her. How could I be mad at her for falling in love with the girl I fell in love with?
well, there was more talk in there, but that's the general idea. i was standing not even a body length away and knew they were talking about *something* upsetting, as I saw the tears on c's face. quite uncomfortable.
anyway. an interesting night.
i comfort [her] sometimes