I was wearing a black t-shirt and he was wearing white. And both our lovers were somewhere else, and it was scorching hot. His cousin came over to help us lug the stuff, amidst the clothes and tshirts and other cool trend stuff. The girls next to our tent wore dresses and bangles. I noticed they checked him out at the corner of their eyes. He was oblivious to their staring, always had, ever since high school. Did he ever notice the stares? I wondered. Sometimes it amazes me to think how far we both have come, from a hello and bye in high school to weekly meet ups breathing paint fumes and talking about sex, marriages, and latest gossips. I always wanted to fall in love like he did with his wife. I wanted their married life. Even when his wife told me in a teary voice about their ‘tiffs’ in the car while our man lit up a doobie; even anytime.
