We were two 21 year olds celebrating each other in Old San Juan. I hadn’t seen her in over a year. We haven’t spoken much either. She moved to Utah for college and I have a boyfriend We had churrasco at Café Puerto Rico. We went to a few art galleries and to Nonos to play pool. We lost track of time. While in San Juan, Linda stayed with her fabulous but strict uncle. 2 am curfew. We barely had enough time to take this pic.
We’re walking on cabblestones, arms linked, exchanging our dreams for plans, walking back to my car when my phone vibrates. It’s a text.
I showed it to her. The rest of the walk was silent, distant.
I made it 2 traffic lights and finally, she said, should we listen to britney? I started crying. It wasn’t jealousy that his arms were around someone else. It wasn’t envy that the guy he was with had the hair style nature will forever deny me. It was the fact that he was wearing the exact same outfit he had on when we had lunch. THE DAY OF MY BIRTHDAY!
It all came out. I was sobbing. I felt betrayed, broken, cheated, ABANDONED.