Juxtapo-situation

This weekend he asked me, whatever happened with you two. I didn't know how to answer. these questions always catches me off quard even when i expect it. and to be honest, i never know how to answer. "how are YOU", "where is she?". "whatever happened?" ...simple loaded questions-what a juxtopo-situation (whoah, © that shiet). Questions I never know how to unravel and ends up brushing off with "she's busy" "we're friends" "i'm great". Damn I'm a good liar. Because she's not busy. She's not here because I didn't ask her. We're not friends. We may be trying to be friends but we will never be the friend we use to be. The closest we could ever be is ex...intimate mind body and soul who relearns how to exists in the same space as ex-intimate people. And I am not great. Not when it comes to her. Because I am still laying in bed at 1am thinking about how I can answer those 3 simple loaded questions in 30 seconds in a way that I can be more true to myself and my friends about where she's at, what happened to us, and how i am.