It was 3 years ago next month and I haven't thought about it for almost that long. I haven't wondered where Cody was what he was doing or who he was doing it with. Nevertheless thinking back on it now I still remember.
We knew what it was going into that room nothing more
nothing less: one time and one time only. Alright, maybe one night and one night only. The fact that we had both, at one point or another broke the other's heart no longer mattered. Honestly, nothing did that night, not that neither of us were single, not that it was already 2 hours past curfew, not that 3 days prior I was in Jesse's bed or that 3 hours prior I was in my boyfriends car... nothing. I remember his phone rang twice and not caring that it was probably some other girl. The street light wouldn't stay on for more than 5 minutes at a time. I remember taking a shower - the curtains were light blue, which only matched the teal blue tiles in a man's bathroom - and seeing my love marks on his back and his on my side and thighs. That didn't stop us from going again, though. At one point, I think round 2, he whispered in my ear those 3 deadly words, "I love you" and I reponded with 3 of my own, "No you don't".
He wasn't my first and he wouldn't be my last. With that now overwhelmingly apparent, I find myself feeling oddly human. He meant nothing to me and that was truly something. I am just as disgusting as the next person...
