Summarizing a Convoluted Love Triangle
I've never denied my love for Elbows. I never did. Eventually, Fingers decided she'd had enough of my company. Maybe it was because Elbows and I laughed a lot when we hung out. Or maybe it was because I made eye contact with her. Something Fingers and Glassy couldn't do without tearing their eyes away from their phones.
Fingers started spreading rumors about Elbows and me. Accusing her of sleeping with me. Accusing me of not dating other women because I was waiting for their marriage to fail. It was enough to piss me off and not spare Elbows any kind words I had for her. Up until she threw down an unexpected wildcard.
"I'm in love with Liz," she wrote in a text message one morning after I'd refused her offer to hear it from her own mouth. I didn't like the sinister look on her face and to be honest, I'd been too wrapped up in saying nice things to her, that I was forgetting that the end result was never going to be me and Elbows. So I knew whatever was going to come out of her mouth, I didn't want her to see my facial expression.
Liz is Angelina Jolie's Depressed Bisexual Sister's ex-girlfriend.
And for two months, Elbows made it sound like she was going to run away. Find happiness again. How she wasn't going to let Fingers get in the way of our friendship.
Now I only see her at work. I don't text her because I don't want Fingers to think we are having an affair. Liz doesn't even talk about Elbows anymore. I don't even know if that's a thing because Fingers & Elbows moved across town and don't really talk to us anymore. I've officially banned Fingers from my world. Elbows doesn't come over. Or text me. Everyone has scattered.
The shitty part is, every time I see Elbows, it's like mad love all over again. Without even dating her, she's setting standards for any future woman I might meet.