Silly idea

           I followed her down the hall. 
She pulled a sleeping bag out of the guest room closet.  I remembered the night I’d crawled into bed
with Ryan here.  I thought about Park City
and our life there, where our friendship started, how it had been more even back
then, maybe when he wanted it to be more and I didn’t.  Mom so sure he was in love with me the
night she met him. 

            I wondered how I missed
so many signs, as my love developed for him over the years.  I’d come to the love the person he was, not
some silly idea of what love should be.

            Mom handed the bag
to me and I snatched it from her.  I knew
my anger was misguided as I did it, I really should be mad at myself, me, and
only me, had said yes to his invitation.




Lisa Loomis--(Casanova Cowboy--a novel) Available on Amazon.com