In Transition

The transition into friendship had gone smoothly. It was almost spooky, if you thought about it for too long and you were in the right--or maybe the wrong--mood.

It was as if all those sitcoms where people stop dating and immediately become best friends were actually true. Of course, in those shows, every so often there might be a look of longing, a pinched eyebrow of regret. But these were fleeting sensations. Never verbalized. Never actually acknowledged other than in the soundtrack swelling slightly.