If I toasted to the number of times that you teased me like a sister, my cheeks would flush from the drink, but I suppose accidents happen on one way streets, when someone changes direction.
You didn’t attend my wedding, but you did give me away.
I would have loved to have remained your one-of-the-guys-girl forever, but instead you now see me as taken, like little boxes in the human game of “Go” -surrounded, and captured.
I never felt like the spoils of war, until you treated my marriage as someone else’s kill shot. So I toast to your absence now, and to the subversiveness of ‘When Harry Met Sally.”