Something New

  so... as much as I liked that married guy, I realized most of what I was 'in love' with was myself and the ideas in my mind that covered the gap from his reality and my desires... let's say he decided to be a good man but went about it in all the wrong ways... (continuation from the True Story...) By then, I had convinced myself I was done. Done replaying every conversation. Done assigning meaning to every Instagram view. Done imagining alternate endings where life magically worked in my favor. I had blocked his number. Unfollowed him. Stopped driving by. Or at least... that's what I kept telling myself. The problem with closure is that sometimes your heart forgets to tell your feet. One Thursday afternoon, I found myself taking the familiar exit. "I just want to end this properly," I whispered to myself. Funny how often our biggest lies begin with the word just . The Porsche sat outside. Red. Polished. Impossible to ignore. He looked up as I walked in. For ...