"I think I like Tim. Like, like him like him."
Lucy's revelation was met with silence, so she continued.
"Something is different lately. I can't put my finger on it exactly and I can't tell you when it started but there's this...energy...that I didn't notice when he was my TO. Or maybe I just chose not to see it. Anyway..."
She felt herself rambling and reigned it in.
"It's a long story and I know you hate those so I'll just tell you the big stuff. Did I tell you about our moment? Okay, I know I didn't. But..."
She paused and lowered her voice.
"...I think we almost kissed. Maybe. I don't know. It was after...you know...and he hugged me. Just a hug. But when he went to pull away I swear...I don't know. There were...sparks. Or something. And then he pretended nothing happened which is so Tim, but I know he felt it too. He thinks he's so unreadable, but not to me. I saw it. And I know it wasn't the right time but I thought, maybe, it would lead somewhere. But..." she fiddled with a blade of grass by her crossed knee. "I found out today that he had a date. With Ashley. I know you don't know her, but she's blond and pretty and exactly Tim's type."
She sighed.
"I know he deserves to be happy. I want that for him. I do. I just miss us. Or what could be us I guess. And it just sucks that I had to have this stupid epiphany about stupid feelings," she plucked a few blades of grass to puntuate her words, "right as he became even more unavailable. Don't look at me like that! I know he was unavailable in about a thousand ways before that. This is just...different. It hurts. And I'm worried about what it's going to do to this version of us. To me. And I just..." She shrugged, a sad weight settling on her shoulders. "I didn't know who else to talk to."
Her companion didn't reply. Then again, tombstones rarely had much to say.