Forgotten

I ran into The Bartender. Not on his turf. On mine. If you can still call that place mine.

I was out with friends, laughing too much, and The Bartender walked in. There he was.

It didn't help that The Boyfriend and I were in a fight. And that I was taking Sunday Funday very seriously.

Reasons.

I sidled up next to him at the bar. I pretended like it wasn't A Big Deal. I couldn't get situated. He gently pulled my chair a fraction closer to him.

And what did I think? That I could just pick up where I left off? That ten months and me falling really, really into love with one of his friends didn't matter? That me being back, only for a visit, it didn't matter?

Nothing happened. Don't worry. I just forgot.

Forgot what?