Here Comes the Sun: Chapter 2

After the fifth call regarding Open Mic Night, Morgan and I have about a half hour before we open the bar. She grabs us each a beer and sits next to me at the bar.

“So, when are you going to get over the whole Rachel thing and get back out there?”

I decide that I’m not going to punch her in the ovaries this time. To tell you the truth, I’ve wanted to talk about it for a while now; I’ve just been putting it off because it’s been too hard to deal with.

“I don’t know. I mean, it’s been two fucking years. I feel like I should be moving on and meeting new people, but I just can’t. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I let out a heavy sigh.

“Sweetie, there’s nothing wrong with you. You were hurt. Big time. It’s not exactly the easiest thing to get over. You’ve met plenty of girls since Rachel, but you keep trying to convince yourself that they’re not your type. If you keep saying that, you’ll never find someone.”

Funnily enough, I had to go through almost the same speech with Morgan when we were freshman. She had recently broken up with her high school boyfriend when I first met her, and she simply refused to go out and have fun on the weekends. She’d go to class, then go right back to her dorm room and not come out. It was pretty ridiculous at first, but eventually I convinced her to come with me to parties at the dorms and to the local bars. She’s always said that she owes me for getting her through that time in her life. I guess now she’s paying me back.

She puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder and continues, “I know it sucks, and things like that are hard to get through, but trust me when I say you’ll find someone. Hell, if I was gay, I’d be next in line,” she says with a laugh.

I scoff at her remark. “Right. If I had a nickel for every time I heard that…”