A Foolish Arrangement
I enter the room and it looks worse than what I expected. It’s as if a storm swept through; bottles of liquor, cigarettes, and rubbish litter the floor and every other surface. Even the bed isn’t immune to your path of self-destruction. Neither of us sits on it, and I can’t help but think of how many times we’d done that as friends and later doing significantly more than simply sitting on any bed, as lovers... But sadly, you put a stop to all of that just after I found out about your pending divorce. You never even confided in me about it. I eventually heard it from one of the crew which was a disappointing shock. I always thought you told me everything, but sorely discovered that this simply wasn’t the case. I still wonder just how many secrets you’ve kept hidden from me all these years.
