The man I’d adored for ten years had married his dream girl.
At the wedding, I couldn’t stop crying.
Then I noticed the young man beside me had tears in his eyes too.
Ah, the unmistakable scent of a kindred spirit.
Another hopeless fool crying over unrequited love…
Fortified by alcohol, I tapped his shoulder through my tears.
“We’re in the same miserable boat, buddy.”
“What?”
“Forget about her.
Why don’t the two of us settle for each other?”
And later, we did.
But whenever I fell back into fawning over my old crush, he’d turn cold.
“Do you actually like me, or am I just someone you’re settling for?”
That got me going.
“What about me?
Do you like me, or are you settling for me?”
We stared at each other, both incredulous, as though we’d only just met.
He upended the table.
“You cried at his wedding!
Don’t think I’ve forgotten!”
I sneered.
“So did you!”
He pointed at me, his finger shaking.
“Bullshit!”
“That was the fucking wasabi!”
