Romance
My girlfriend, Giselle Harris, has very firm boundaries. She dislikes holding hands when we're walking together. Even though we're a couple, we can't live together. We've been together for 1,500 days, and we've done everything couples normally do together. But I still don't have the key to her apartment. So after our dates, the only place we can go is the hotel.Giselle explains that her home is her personal space. She doesn't want anyone trespassing in it.One day, Giselle hosts a get-together with our friends. I stand outside her door, waiting for her to finish work when her best friend, Harry Larson, shows up with her key in his hand. With everyone watching, he unlocks the door."Don't blame me because Giselle doesn't want to give you a key, Cole. She doesn't like outsiders entering her place," he says with a lopsided smile, showing no hint of malice."Why do you have her key then?" I ask.Harry puffs his chest out and answers, "I'm different. In fact, the wedding portrait that we took together is hanging on her wall."Giselle's childhood friends pretend to cough behind us.Harry helplessly rolls his eyes and asks, "Honestly, isn't it funny that Cole's still acting like Giselle's boyfriend when she refuses to give him a key, won't let him enter her apartment, and won't let him hang their photos in her place?"I stare at the wedding portrait hanging on the wall across from me. I then look down and delete the message I'm just about to send to Giselle, asking if I can have the key to her apartment.Indeed, it's not my place to interfere when someone else is already living with her.
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