Physical Attraction is Different

The next morning I tried to sleep in. The day before actually had been a long one, and having not slept much the night before, I really was feeling tired, but I couldn’t sleep. I’d been tossing and turning since about six a.m., and it was past seven now. I just couldn’t stop thinking about everything that’d happened in the last forty-eight hours alone.

More than anything, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything Henrietta and I had discussed last night. She wasn’t gay. She was seriously considering ending her relationship with Edi, and now she knew how I felt. The fact that ending my ten-year relationship tonight was a distant last in the order of importance of all my thoughts was shameful, but it couldn’t be helped.