Ryan and I broke up today, now my girlfriend is moving in.
After being together for three years Ryan is moving out. It’s been a long time coming, what with all the fooling around with people when the other person wasn’t home, IN THE SAME ROOM WE BOTH SLEPT IN, EVEN. Oh, there’s that, and then there’s the whole part where he’s become a stranger this past year, never home, sleeping God-knows-where, and staying out in the city til all hours of the night. Drinking PBR out of bottles instead of Miller High Life like you used to. Sometimes, he was home, and all we had to say to each other was “Hello.” and it would make me think of the nights we’d spend getting dick-housed together all last year. And I remember the time he moved out of his room in that house and his bed was pressed up against mine to save space. And now his room is empty, just like that awkward “Hello.” And all I’ve got to remember him by is a couple of xbox 360 games that I won’t be able to play without his console, and a longing to finish all of the Netflix shows I started watching. I weep.
I tried to cram as many casual homosexual allusions as possible into that blurb while still managing to talk about real things that happened. I think I did pretty well though. But we never touched butts or anything (sadly). Anyway, Ryan,
May the force be with you. Always.
-Sean
