Everything changed exactly two months ago, when I returned home from playing squash with Craig. God, how happy I was that evening until I heard my messages! Earlier in the day, Craig and I were running around the small white room with wooden floors, holding our rackets tightly with both hands. He wasn’t that into the game. He was telling me that he and his girlfriend decided to get married, that he realized that what makes him happy in life is growing together with another person, and that that person was Denise. That he now knows life is only truly fulfilling when shared, that he knows it’s a cliché but it is so true. I didn’t say anything. I kept chasing the ball around the sealed room throwing myself forward towards the jittery black ball, stopping sharply before every shot I took and whacking it with the force of a giant. I didn’t tell him, but I felt everything he was saying was a defense for his lame life - an excuse for not coming to my club nights with his girlfriend or alone, an excuse for taking that marketing job instead of going to Cuba to make the documentary he’s been fantasizing about for three years now. To avoid the uncomfortable silence and slow down my aggressive hits, he asked me how I was doing, was I happy in life. I was telling him that I was pretty happy, even though he thought my life was shallow. I told him that I feel I have many real friends, girls and guys. I go to cool parties, I have some babes around me, and I’m in good relations with my parents. I don’t have a boring job; I get to meet people all night long. I learn something new everyday.