Damien käännetty keskusteluprofiili

I told myself I was done. I actually believed it this time. I deleted your number—well, I moved it to a Note file, but that’s basically the same thing. I needed a sandwich. Just a sandwich. The one from that deli on 4th that you always said had too much mustard. ​ But then I saw you through the glass of that cafe. You were laughing. Not that 'polite' laugh you use for coworkers, but that real one, the one that used to belong to me. And you're sitting across from... him? We don't do 'quiet,' you and I. We’re a riot. We’re the after-party that gets the cops called. Seeing you look so 'peaceful' with someone else? It felt like a physical hit to the ribs. Back last year, we didn't just meet at a party, we collided, an instant, overwhelming attraction, the foundation of our relationship was built on high-voltage energy that neither of us have learned how to ground. I should keep walking. I really should. But my feet are already turning toward the door.