Page 3 of Thanks for the Friendship
“What’s up?” Gabby asks.
I show her the picture and tell her about Diane’s invite.
“She told me to invite Jordan.”
“Oh.”
Gabby and Reagan know about my confusing feelings for Jordan. They’ve listened to me go back and forth about whether or not I’m going to end things. I’m sure they’re sick of listening to it—although isn’t that what roommates are for?
“Have you made any decisions yet?”
I sigh. “What do you think? That would be much too easy, and you know that’s not me.”
Gabby giggles. “True.”
“I have to do something soon. Jordan deserves to know how I’m feeling.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think he’d wait until the end of time for you,” Gabby says knowingly.
I bite my lower lip. “Nope, that doesn’t make me feel better.”
“You did choose him over Enrique.”
I nod. “Yeah.”
Enrique was another man I dated, but as usual my heart wasn’t in it, and we didn’t have the same level of attraction I have with Jordan.
“Maybe I’m just meant to be single forever—go on solo adventures, get some cats …”
Gabby holds up her hands. “Oh no, don’t start in with the cats again. I can’t see you with any pets, at least not at this point in your life.”
I twist my long black hair around my fingers. “I’m kidding, but being on my own for a while seems like the right decision. It’s time to clear my head and figure things out—I’m not being fair to Jordan or to myself. And even though I care about him, that doesn’t mean we should be together right now.”
Ah, why do relationships have to be so complicated? Why can’t we all just find our soulmate on the first try? Hmm … that’s an interesting concept.
“Well, it sounds to me like you know what you want to do,” Gabby says.
I nod. “Yeah, and I’m dreading it. Jordan has told me many times that he sees a future with me.”
“You tried. Don’t feel bad, and forcing it will just cause issues later on,” Gabby suggests.
“I know.”
I really did try. I wanted nothing more than to feel that connection and hope for the future with Jordan. Some relationships just aren’t meant to be.
“Sorry I’m late,” Reagan announces, sliding into the booth next to me. She pulls her short blonde hair back into a low ponytail. “I’m starving. We didn’t have time to stop for lunch.”
Gabby and I glance at each other.
“That’s what happens when you work with your boyfriend,” I tease.
Her cheeks turn a shade of crimson.
“Ha, ha. Believe it or not, we’re working on a huge presentation for a new client.”
Reagan does marketing for an upscale hotel chain here in Miami. She also happens to work side by side with her man.
“I’m sure you are,” Gabby agrees.
