Me: What’s wrong Christa?
Christa: I had a bad nightmare.
Me: About what, are you okay?
Christa: You chose him over me… And he’s gay! You made me leave you so you could be with him… you cheated on me with him…
Me: Who are you even talking about?
Christa: Forrest.
Me: Christa, no… it would never feel right cheating on you… or being with somebody else but you… you’re a part of me and wherever I go and whatever I do, it feels like you’re with me. and I’d just never do such a thing again.
Christa: Really?
Me: Yes, really.
Christa: Whatever I don’t believe you. Leave me alone.
Me: But… okay fine…I’ll ttyl. love you…
Christa: bye.