P.S. I Still Love You

Over the next couple of days, the picture shows up all over the place. On other people’s Instagrams,
on their Facebook walls.
There’s one with a dancing shark photoshopped in. Another one where our heads have been
replaced by cat heads.
And then one that just says AMISH BIKINI.
Peter’s lacrosse friends think it’s hilarious, but they swear they don’t have anything to do with it.
At the lunch table Gabe protests, “I don’t even know how to use Photoshop!”
Peter stuffs half his sandwich into his mouth. “Fine, then who’s doing it? Jeff Bardugo? Carter?”
“Dude, I don’t know,” Darrell says. “It’s a meme. A lot of people could be throwing their hat in
the ring.”
“You have to admit, the cat-head one was pretty funny,” Gabe says. Then he turns to me and says,
“My bad, Large.”
I stay quiet. The cat heads were kind of funny. But overall it is not. Peter tried to laugh the first one
off, but now we are a few days in and I can tell it’s bothering him. He isn’t used to being the butt of
the joke. I suppose I’m not either, but only because I’m not used to people paying this much attention
to anything I’m doing. But ever since I’ve been with Peter, people are, and I wish they weren’t.