Slow Burn

“So, we’re still best friends who are dating and I’m your girlfriend and we love each other?”
“That pretty much sums it up, yeah.”
“We’re in a frelationship.”

How was this the right thing to do? Why was I doing this? Surely this was irrational. Why couldn’t I just have her? Why couldn’t I have the career I loved and the love of my life? There were firefighters all over the city, for fuck’s sake, all over the world, who lived long and happy lives. Who had the best of both worlds and were able to play the doting husband, father, and brave smoke eater.

Would he be fun between the sheets? I wanted to know, and I’d never felt so free as I did right this very second. So wild.