Great Yellow Lines
she didn't feel the same way. That was a week ago, she said that she was with someone else, that she loved me but, not in the way I loved her.
Then in what way?
It troubled me through our weekly dinners at Roses house, when her mother served me the same dish every time I went there, Chicken and Rice, and claimed it was my favorite dish. I tried not to read to much in to that. My mom loved Mexican food. (Rose is Puerto Rican). It crossed my mind during church, even when my mom began to scream and shake my shoulders. We talked but, I could tell things had changed.
Her boyfriend, Levi he came to our dinners now, and our walks, and our weekly screaming matches. They were not ours anymore. So, life has changed but we had changed with it.
Like two race cars, only one was so fast they couldn't stop and the other was falling behind quickly.