R.

R. was a blind date. And a hilarious one. In more than one aspect, R. was a younger version of C., for better or for worse.
R. has got me guard down, and eager for anything more than the frustrations I was enduring since… Since C.
A kiss, and yet another one. Dates and whatnot. A night at her place. Thai food, and eels. R. never was very much more than a promise. In my head, not in hers. And, maybe, more in hers.
In the end, she was more interested in my absurdity than in my realness, so I gave her all my nonsense and, one day, we get to be friends. One day, and not one day before.