After thinking for a moment, I briefly recounted everything about Kenny and me from childhood until now, including what had just happened.
"Do you think he's planning to date someone and wants to practice with me?" I asked them.
That was absurd. But soon, my anger, which seemed to be exploited, was replaced by a sudden surge of sadness. I wondered what kind of girl he would be dating and if he would act like this to them too.
I couldn't help but feel gloomy.
My most experienced roommate in this aspect smiled knowingly, "Opal, stop struggling. You just like him."
I wanted to retort, but she continued, "Then let me ask you, could you accept him standing in front of you with another girl by his side?"
I froze, carefully considering this. I had imagined him appearing with a girl in front of me one day, smiling as he introduced her as his girlfriend.
But over the years, no matter which girl appeared by his side, I couldn't imagine myself in her place beside him. Just thinking about it made me restless. Then, I would scrutinize that person with the most critical eyes until I found one reason after another why she wasn't suitable for him.
"You already have an answer," said my roommate.