I will take responsibility if you will.
I wanted him to be mine. To be the boyfriend.
And certainly when it came to him and me, you made your desires exceedingly clear.
Then he got the flu.
I should have known then.
We all should have.
He's never ill.
He knew what it meant.
Not me.
I was too busy being the girlfriend.
Bringer of soup. Passer of tissues.
Commemorator of first shared germs.
So cute.
Already too late.