Someone Else Shares My Sunset
Language: en
Right before I went under the knife, my best friend asked me: "You and Regina are practically married. Why the sudden breakup?" I handed him my phone. "Because of a text." The chat history ended around noon. I had sent Regina a photo of my sad-looking lunch, complaining about how terrible the DoorDash place was. Four hours later, she replied with a single word: "K." But on my Instagram feed, I saw she had liked a picture of the lunch Wayne posted. Her comment read: Eating takeout is so bad for you. I'll cook for you every day from now on, just like today. Underneath was a thread of their…