I still figured it might’ve had something to do with the way he acted about the innocent kiss on the cheek, but I never brought it up and neither did he. I couldn’t get myself to. I didn’t want to make things worse.
Maybe he needed a year to forget about it. Only it was the first thing I thought of when I saw his text. And the fact that I missed him so bad that I couldn’t stand it.
Can you make time to see me over the holidays?
He sent another text right after the first one. I found myself smiling as I ventured into the kitchen.
Me:Yes! I’ve only been trying to get you to come home to see me for the last sixteen months!
Me:Why don’t you guys come stay with Roger and me? We have an extra bedroom.
Benjamin:It’s only going to be me.
Me:Tammy didn’t want to come? She visiting her family for Christmas?
Benjamin:We broke up.
Me:What???
Me:When?
Benjamin:Last week.
Me:Why didn’t you tell me?
Me:Are you okay?
Benjamin:It should have happened sooner.
I hadn’t realized they were having problems.
Me:Do you want to talk about it?
Benjamin:Nope.
Me:Was it because of me?
Why did I ask that?
Suddenly, I was thinking of how much I’d been calling and texting him. Over the last few months, he had been helping me so much. Maybe too much. I used to think about those things before… I wondered why I unexpectedly wasn’t thinking about Tammy at all. I used to worry and be mindful if he had a girlfriend.
But damn, she kept him away sixteen months…
What if it really was her? The reason he stayed away because she didn’t like that he had me as a friend?
A real nasty feeling bubbled up inside my chest from my assumptions.
Benjamin:It wasn’t you.
Benjamin:It was me, so don’t fucking start with how we should be distant.
I blinked down at his text then smiled.
Me:Well…okay then.
Me:Was she the reason you didn’t come home?
Me:Because I’m your best friend, and I’m a girl?