Jake

   I was out for breakfast with Alex and some friends the other day.
   Emma said, "What ever happened that guy who joined us for breakfast that day? Do you still talk to him?"
   I knew exactly who she was talking about. Jake. Oh Jake. Alex explained that he was more of a periphery friend, and that we don't see him too often. I didn't say much.
   "He was gorgeous," She mused.
   "Mmm-hmm" I said, still not really adding to the conversation.
   "No really!" And she looks at her fiancée and partner of seven years, "If we broke up, he would be my first call,"
   "Oh good," He laughs.
   She continues to talk about him for a bizarre amount of time, before the conversation moves on to something else.

   As we walk out of the restaurant, there he was! Jake. Just chillin on the patio. I was the first to see him, and I pointed him out to Alex, so I wouldn't be the first to say hello. Hugs all around. Gawd, he still looked as delicious as ever. It was good to see him. Weird. But good. In seeing him, I realised that I no longer wanted him. That was such a good thing. He was always my go-to when I wanted to think about something else at work, or in my personal time. I would joke to myself that I should have paid him commission. But he's not any more and that makes me smile.