I hate to turn up

Out of the blue, uninvited.

But I couldn't stay away,

I couldn't fight it.

I'd hoped that you'd see my face

And that you'd be reminded

That for me, it isn't over.

-Adele


After Jeanie told me about her engagement and pregnancy, and I'd hurt her, she and I had some relationship problems. Actually, we'd broken up for a little while.

It was hard enough, pretending that we were never a couple the whole time, but it was harder trying to act like I didn't enjoy the supposed only-friends relationship. No matter how much I wanted to stay mad at Jeanie, I couldn't. I really tried to.

A couple weeks after Jeanie and I had broken up, Bennett and I went with my cousin, Dennis, to some public function or other. I don't remember exactly what it was, but I remember that mob boss had paraded Jeanie up on that outdoor stage with him, like she was his trophy wife. She almost was.

Bennett and Dennis had also both seen her up there; so did the whole crowd.

"Just out of curiosity," Dennis asked, "Why haven't I heard from Jeanie lately?"

"That's true," Bennett said. "I haven't either. Is something wrong?"

Bennett and Dennis had also both seen her up there; so did the whole crowd.

"Just out of curiosity," Dennis asked, "Why haven't I heard from Jeanie lately?"

"That's true," Bennett said. "I haven't either. Is something wrong?"

"We… haven't been getting along lately," I put it mildly.

"Does this have something to do with her engagement?" Bennett asked. "I know you used to like her."

"'Used to,' being the operative phrase. I'd rather not talk about it." The last thing I saw before leaving my friends in the crowd was Jeanie looking through the crowd for someone, me, I'm sure, unbeknownst to everyone else.

She never said so, but I think she knew I was mad when she saw me leave. I didn't want to, but I'd caught her eye then.