I can hear her sobbing through the door, and it is tearing me in two. Goddamnit, what the hell is wrong with us? Trey has already left, unable to take it. We fucking blew it. One hundred percent blew it. Took the best thing that has ever happened to either of us, and pissed all over it.
I should have seen this coming. I liked her from the first night – and I know Trey did too. The more time I spent with her, the stronger my feelings became. She’s funny, spirited, honest, compassionate, kind, stubborn, and extremely independent. I could go on for days about how wonderful she is, and then when you factor in her beauty, I was a lost cause from the start. I don’t imagine Trey feels any different.
We’re so screwed. We’re both in love with the same woman, and we’ve loved her to the point where she’s pushed us both away. Fucking smart we’re not. Neanderthals would be a better description. Shit. She told us from the very beginning this is what would happen if we did this. We did it anyways. We did this to ourselves. We did this to her.
Suddenly the rest of my life looks awfully long and lonely.