I never thought I would get married, before him at least.

I met Sam Bloom at the Boston public library one year ago today

He had a bunch of sci-fi paperbacks stuffed under one arm, coffee in his free hand.

We got to talking about books and... Sam left the library with my name and number written in pink gel pen on the side of that paper coffee cup.

I had made the “O” in Robin into a smiley-face [Cute right?] Sam drew a happy little alien on the palm of my hand with a sharpie, along with his information

I’m pretty sure we saw each other all the time after that, and it wasn’t long before he said he loved me.

Six months later, he asked me to marry him. Young. Stupid. I accepted.

Fast forward to today, I am coming back from the flower shop on the corner. When I got

to the apartment that we shared with Sam’s best friend Matthew. I didn’t hear the Xbox playing in the living room. I thought they would be playing it all day considering Matthew had just ordered the new Madden game. Silence. I walked into the living room Xbox controllers on the floor, widescreen television glowing blue.

Just as I was about to put the controllers away and turn off the TV I heard a noise coming from the bedroom... I went into the master bedroom to investigate and found the source of the sound.

It was this stifled giggle and it had been coming from my fiancé's best friend. The man I loved was lying beside him. They didn’t see me at first, the way Sam was looking at Matthew I knew this wasn’t some sort of misunderstanding or hallucination. This was real. This was happening. Without meaning to, I dropped the pile of flower arrangement magazines I had been holding onto the floor. They finally noticed me then. Realization trickling over them slowly, like molasses. I couldn’t move I wrapped my arms around myself and waited. For what? I don’t know. Surprisingly I was the first one to find my voice.

“How long?”It was a reasonable question to ask my opinion.

The response came in the form of a whisper “I’m so sorry, Robin. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

I almost laughed, “This is not not like leaving something in the oven for too long Sam.”

You can’t say you didn’t mean for something like that to happen, this is a lot different.

My voice was more steady than I had expected it to be. Finally Matthew put in his two cents.

“ I hope You’ll forgive me if I’m not nearly as sorry as he is about this, It’s probably better that it happened this way. I couldn’t help but notice neither of them are trying to make excuses, it was what it was. I slipped The ring off my finger. “I love you, Sam, love yourself please? for me?