And She Still Rushes Around

She had everything ready when the guests arrived. The shrimp was perfect, the chicken breasts where great, she had opted for french fries the way he liked them, instead of the smashed garlic potatoes she had planned on. The wine was chilled, the beer was ice cold, and the birthday cake was delicious. It had been a great night. The party had stretched into the early hours of the morning. And everyone had agreed that they needed to get together again soon.

That had been a year ago. Her relationship with him had long since changed. Just a few months after his birthday, he had moved on. She had gone her own way, and to her surprise, as much as she had thought she liked him, it only took her about five minutes to get over him. How strange she thought. This was the beginning of her newest panic. What if she had become incapable of really caring about a guy? What if her new mentality was that all guys were replaceable? This frightened her.

For several months after their "thing" ended, she wondered what had happened. Then a strange thing happened, he began calling her chatting with her about nothing at all. They talked like old friends. They really didn't bring up the past much, and it was nice. Although she knew it was strange, she no longer had those feelings for him. She really thought of him as just a friend. She wondered if it was possible for two people to really become/stay friends after a breakup.

Now as she rushes around, doing the things that have become routine to her, she doesn't think about him. She thinks about her life, and herself.