One Year Too Late

It was our one year anniversery and he was sitting 4 rows in front of me in the auditorium. I smiled to myself and leaned against my chair. _One year! I need to get him something!_ I thought. The lights dimmed as the guest speaker came on stage. He was an old family friend and he came to talk to my high school about his book _Choose Courtesy_. He got to a part in his speech where he needed two volunteers. Then, looking right at me he said “Kendall, don’t slouch. Come up here with your boyfriend. Tom right?” I walked up to the stage with Tom and looked at him and smiled as we sat on stage. He looked uneasy as Dr. Fozi told me to explain our relationship. I answered the questions as did he. When we walked back to our seats, I cooed “Oh wasn’t that fun? Happy one year by the way.” “Kendall,” he started. “Where do you want to go tonight?” I said ignoring him. “Kendall,” He repeated “Oh, you have band practice. Well that’s ok.” “I don’t love you anymore!” He spat. He didn't notice that his microphone was still on.