He passed me by while I was standing outside your door. He, a testament to my deepest lust for flesh. He, my accomplice in those one-night stands. And so, I dialed your number to ask who else was attending the dinner. That guy, you said. He, your cousin.
In an instant, I fled. "Walk, just walk," my mind said. It was a cold and windy walk along unfamiliar streets. I ignored your calls. But your text message made me stop and turn around. "My cousin told me about your past. It doesn't matter to me now. Please come back."
Over dinner, I could not fathom my presence among your relatives and friends. We had been together for a couple of months only and yet, I, stranger to everyone but you, was invited. I should have been elated to be with you (and your loved ones) on your birthday. I should be grateful to you for dismissing my past entanglement with your cousin.
Instead, I was furious. We both know that the joke was on me...and I bet it made you feel so damn good.
