Rich

I sat down and stared at my cell screen. I was the Sunday guy, the one that would make Tess feel better by having some kind of conversation that would be so outside of the box, that it would explode her mind every time. 

I was the nice guy that every girl wanted as a friend, the type that would never get the girl, and part of me felt right about being that guy. The one that they could turn to, but then there becomes a point when I wanted more than that. 

I didn’t know if I wanted to get married, have kids, and the usual type of...