Poking at her Greek salad (ironically enough, with an Asian dressing,) she looked around the table at the people she liked to call friends.
Big bites, small giggles.
She laughed because they did.
"What was that again?"
It's almost like I'm an afterthought....
And in that moment, she realized, she had never felt more alone.
Poking at her Greek salad (this time with a lemon dressing,) she looked around the table at the people who called her a friend. Good friend. Best friend.
Big bites. Shared giggles.
"Hey, don't steal my olive!"
"But I like olives too, and you have two."
And in that moment, she realized, she felt loved.