“No. We stopped a year ago because of my girlfriend. Stephanie has a steady boyfriend now and I have a couple of girlfriends.”“Would you two do ...t again in the future?”“It’s possible, but not likely. In the end, only time will tell. Do you have a boyfriend?”“Just one, not like you!” she giggled. “We’ve been dating for about a year. He’s not as good as you, but he’ll do!”“I have to say that sex with you was pretty damn good, Suzana. No, actually, it was out of this world! I’m so glad we made. And we love our own. That’s why my folks left warm and sunny Boston to come to cold and musky Ottawa on this Saturday morning in May for my wedding. Earlier, I had tears in my eyes as my father tied my tie. I hadn’t seen my Pops in ages, or the city we both loved so much. Boston is a place I’ve called home ever since I was a small child. I lived there with my folks for most of my life and hated leaving it. My parents sent me to Canada for higher education because the U.S. was a mess at the. M. on the fourth day with no contact, she needed to get out of the house to clear her head. So she went for a walk around her local block making sure to take her phone with her. This walk was something she did often when they talked so she wasn't disturbed by her housemate if they were home.She took a break from her walk by sitting on the steps that led up to the old score board that no longer worked. She flicked through the pictures of him she had on her phone and re-read their old messages.. You were going to be my maid of honour. You know, perfect! Like it’s always been, god damnit!’ I’m yelling now and I hate yelling. It makes my throat clamp up and I cry and my face gets all red. ‘Maybe you did fuck things up.’ I whisper finally and choke down a sob. ‘Well fuck you!’ he snaps back. Ben hardly ever gets mad at me. Not the angry sort of mad, just the annoyed sort. ‘I’m sorry for being that guy who spends more time with you than I do on my own! I’m sorry for always being there when.