As I let Matt’s words sink in,
I find I don’t disagree with him.
I try to imagine a mirror world,
with double dates and band lyrics,
where I’m boyfriends with Obi,
and still best friends with Matt.
Would Matt be giving me advice
about my relationship with Obi?
Now that I’m boyfriends with Matt,
there’s no other world
or universe that matters to me.
I know I have to let Obi go.
I know I have a future with Matt
and no future with Obi.
“You’re so insightful,” I tell him.
Followed by, “And beautiful.”
Followed by, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Matt says.
“And I love your mum
for letting me sleep over so often.”
“She seems to think
you’re a good influence on me,” I say.
“Whatever could’ve given her that idea?”
I ask sarcastically, hinting
at Matt’s Church Boy act around Mum.
I don’t think Matt gets that I’m joking.
He gives serious thought
to my rhetorical question.
“Your mum’s cool, you know.”
Matt says this as if cool means something else.