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I didn't tell him I was married because what's the point? These new friendships are so predictable. They run fresh and vibrant for a week (a few, if you're lucky) and then they gradually fade away into nothing until one of you decides to unfriend the other.

He was a sweet soul. I can tell he's trying his best to maintain conversation but this friendship is surface level. I know a few things here and there but for the most part, we'll never evolve out of the halo phase and I'm okay with that. Inevitably, he'll find a girlfriend and he'll forget that I exist.

I feel that there will be a part 2 in my life. I don't know when it will happen but something else is coming later on. Not necessarily a divorce because that would be anticlimactic and cheap. I feel as though I'm preparing for something, or someone. Perhaps I haven't told him I'm married because I'm saving that for Part 2. I doubt his family would approve but after a certain age, who cares? In the end though, I don't think I would bring enough to the table. His family lives on an actual peninsula all by themselves and they rent out a home in the Virgin Islands. Oil money or not, my dinky little Roth IRA would never hold up against the generational wealth his parents would no doubt pass on. But it's not the money. The money helps (realistically, everyone is attracted to the security of success). But it's his beauty and comfort that I adore. I have nothing to go off of, other than the way his hugs felt. They say people who like to cuddle are lonely.

So here we are.