It's Us Against the World

“You know people asked me if I felt any different after you left.” I say and watch his eyes stare back into mine. “I’m not proud of what I told them, but I said it over and over, countless of times as if I was trying to believe it too.” I looked down, peering closely into my mug of coffee. “I told them that it hardly felt like it even happened. And that was a complete lie.” I looked back up to Peter now and saw that he was still staring at me, just like he used to. “The problem with me, Peter, is that I’m used to having everything planned and ordered. But then I met you and it suddenly was fun again, like I was still a kid.”
“Why are you telling me this?” He asked me, his voice hinting at the fact that he was uncomfortable. His eyes were no longer on me and he was just staring at the menu on the table next to us.
“I have a point, trust me, I do.” I said, then cleared my throat. “The point is, for the time that I was with you, I could be whoever I wanted to be. I had a choice for once.”
“You told me yourself, Remy, that everyone had to grow up at some point and that it was your time to do just that. Don’t you remember that night? It was what, two months ago?”
“I was wrong,” I told him, knowing this would spark his interest. “Like many things in the past year, I was wrong.” There was a silence that just stood between us. The kind of silence that is obvious to everyone in the room and is too daring to say anything about. “But above everything, we weren’t wrong Peter.” I paused. “We were just not as perfect as everyone wanted us to be.”