It is a commonly known stereotype that lesbians are always getting back together with their ex-girlfriends. It seems that in true lesbian fashion, it is only a couple months before Sapphire realizes that she wants to get back together with Sabrina.
"I just really miss her," Sapphire plainly states. "Do you think I should message her?"
We are lying on her bed flipping through TikTok's on our phones and listening to the new Florence and the Machine album. Beside us, sits a half full bottle of red wine which we have both been drinking. Both of us are two glasses deep. It is 11 pm on a Saturday night. Obviously, I didn’t THINK that Sapphire should message Sabrina. However, being the good bosom friend that I am, I decided that I would swallow my pride and play along in an effort to hide what I was actually feeling.
"I think you're drunk," I say playing the voice of reason.
"No, Annie. I was thinking about this before I even started drinking, really. I miss her."
"Then message her."
I grumbled because I was a little annoyed that she had thought that this was a problem that she could just casually ask me advice about. Didn’t she know how jealous I had been the first time that her and Sabrina started dating? How relieved I had been when they broke up? I know that my friend is entitled to a romantic relationship of her own, but nonetheless, I had always thought that it would be at time when we both had partners so that I would not have to worry about feeling left behind.
"What should I say?"
I grab her phone and begin to craft a message but Sapphire grabs it back. "Don't take my phone."
"Sorry, I thought you wanted me to write a message."
"Correction: I wanted you to HELP me write a message."
"Okay, sorry."
After going back and forth for several minutes, Sapphire and I finally craft up the perfect 'let's get back together' text message:
Hey Sabrina, it's me Sapphire. I've been thinking about you a lot lately and I was wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime? Miss you.
Sapphire puts her phone down and throws it across the room "I can't believe I did that."
"Me neither," I say, remembering how satisfied I was when they broke up. I seriously cannot believe that I am helping her do this AGAIN.
Sabrina doesn't reply for hours. I pour Sapphire another glass of wine to calm her nerves and suggest that we watch Shrek because it is one of her favourite movies. She nods in agreement but it is clear that her mind is elsewhere. I savor our night together because I am scared that it will be our last one for a while.
At 10 am the next morning Sapphire gets a reply from Sabrina. Sabrina tells Sapphire that she would love to meet for coffee as friends because she already has a new girlfriend. The feeling of dread that I had felt all that night and all this morning, lifts. Nothing romantic is going to happen between them – we can be a platonic, friend trio at last.
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