If you look to others for fulfillment, you will never truly be fulfilled. (Lao-tzu)

“I just don’t know if he treats you the way a man should treat his girlfriend.”

I laughed, “Girlfriend! I’m not his girlfriend.”

Will furrowed confused eyebrows. “What?”

“It’s not really like that. We’re just friends.”

“Honey, I’m his roommate. I know.”

“We’re friendly friends.”

“So I guess the fact that he sleeps with every girl he can get his hands on doesn’t bother you then?”

“Nope,” I lied with an impeccable poker face.

He squinted to see through my lie and I broke a little as I added, “Why wouldn’t he? I’m fat.”

“Fat? Honey, you’re a lot of things but fat isn’t one of them. You’re skin over bones.”

I offered a half-smile.

“Come here,” he said and pulled me into a hug that was a little too tight and lasted a little too long and led to something that was a little too much like a kiss. It wasn’t as much like a kiss as much as it was excessive making out.

So that was an interesting turn of events but as it turns out Will is as sparing with his words as he is his kisses.