Free Perfect Match by Monica Miller

again this week by herself, although I should’ve helped her out, and left me alone with my thoughts. And thinking was not a good option right now.
    I sat on the couch taking my laptop in my lap, and tried to avoid Facebook. I knew if I reached Facebook, I would totally check Matt’s profile. And I would surely send him a message. And that wasn’t good.
    I left the laptop on the coffee table, and I just lied on the couch, thinking about the reason why Matt was so present in my mind.
    A few months had passed since I last seen him. Yet, I dreamt about him. And it felt amazing. And wrong. Yes, wrong, because now I had a boyfriend I actually liked. And it wasn’t fair to him. Or to Matt, because I was the one who told him to back off. I knew it would be easier to hate myself for ending it then than allowing Matt to hurt me. I knew he would.
    But then again, who was I to assume everything about him? Yes, I’ve met Matt and hung out with him for a few weeks, and it had been perfect. He was great, smart, friendly and hot. Deathly hot. And I was afraid I wasn’t enough for him. That he’d get bored to have a long distance relationship with me, and then leave me. But what if he didn’t? What if he actually got to like me for real and I blew everything because I was afraid?
    C’mon, Emma… What’s done, it’s done. You can’t actually do anything about it!, my conscience scolded me.
    Maybe he doesn’t even think about me. He surely got over me as soon as I left town, or maybe after I’d sent him that e-mail.
    “What are you thinking about?” Monica asked, sitting next to me.
    “I didn’t hear you come back,” I avoided her question while running my hand through my hair.
    “Yeah, you know I’m Cat Woman,” Monica smirked, and got up and went to the kitchen. “I bought ice-cream! I don’t know why, I was in the mood and it seems we need it now!” she said, coming back with a bowl. “Spit it out, what’s bothering you, roomie?”
    “You’re so curious, right?” I asked, taking a spoon, and tasting the ice cream. “This is really good!” I complimented her.
    “Thank you. And for your own information, Miss West, actually yes. It’s eating me, so spit it out!” she demanded, making herself comfortable on the couch.
    “No, it’s nothing actually.”
    “You’ve been like this for like… two days or something! And I gave you space and everything. Are you jealous of Gabrielle? You’re like this since she told us about her Shia affair,” Monica smiled.
    “Yes, surely I’m jealous of my best friend. Besides you,” I added, when I saw her face frowning. She slightly relaxed, and I smiled to myself. “No, has nothing to do with her. I’m just… tired, you know? And I’ve had this…”
    Just when I actually wanted to tell her about my dream, her cellphone rang and she cursed while reaching through her purse.
    “It’s Ben, sorry,” she said with an apologetic look. “Yes, babe? What? Yes, okay, fine. I’ll spend the day with Emma, no worries,” she smiled, turning to look at me with an evil look in her blue eyes. “Yes, see you tonight. Yes, love you too,” the smile remained on her lips long after she hung up. “So, where were we?” she looked at me, expectantly.
    “No, you know… I… It’s all really confusing and I miss home,” I lied, hoping she would buy that.
    “Hmm…” she gazed at me, searching for signs to make sure I am not lying. “Then you should go home with Gabrielle. I will go to Canada with Ben. There. I said it!”
    “Canada?” I asked, surprised. I knew mom wanted me home, actually. I haven’t called this week, so I didn’t know their opinion about it. “That’s awesome, why didn’t you tell me before?” I hoped she actually will stay focus on this subject and forget my weird moods.
    “Oh, I wanted to make sure you will go home, and try not to feel bad because I’m leaving you here alone. But if you go home, I will feel better about it.”
    “You’re