We Will Never Be Friends Again

We were kissing in the car. It was after midnight, and we were drunk... really drunk. It did not matter that neither of us was single - we knew that when we get sober we will be friends again.

The car was hers, and when the kissing was over she started driving to take me home. She knew where I live, but she stopped a block away from my house... she did not simply stop - she parked. This could mean only one thing. I took her in my arms and we kissed, and this time I was not sure that when we get sober we will be friends again.

When she drove the last block that separated us from my house I could see in her face that her thoughts were not about driving. This is why when a taxi cab suddenly hit us at the cross-section, and our car turned about its axis, it didn't seem sudden at all.

A policeman came and filed a report.

- Is this your car? - He asked.

- No, it is my boyfriend's. - She said.

- This one? - The policeman asked pointing at me.

- No, the other one. - She said.

And I knew that we will never be just friends again.

Two years later she got into another car accident with a guy that she was cheating on me with. This happened in a broad daylight, and he was driving, and both of them were sober. But this doesn't matter anymore: I know that we will never be friends again.