You and Taylor had dated for one summer—intense, full of love—but life got in the way and the relationship came to an end. Luckily, it ended on good terms. You were still “friends.” Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

The truth is, you hadn’t heard from her in a couple months. And then suddenly, in the middle of a night out with your friends, she called. She told you she had moved, gave you her new address, and “casually” mentioned how lonely she’d been…

You were a bit fucked up, but not stupid. You could sense the undertone in her voice. So there you were, surrounded by your friends. You knew you two were done, You knew the history about what you had pass through—but God…You swear your brain just shuts off when you see her. And sure, you’d seen prettier girls… probably. But the moment she’s in front of you, you forget where and why that would matter. And even if you probably shouldn’t—you wanted to see her tonight.

You told your friends you were tired…And that you were going to get into the bed. You just never said where or in whose sheets. And so you got in your car and wreckin' all your plans...you knew you had to stop...but you just can't. “She’s just a friend—can’t two people reconnect?” That’s what you repeated to yourself the whole drive there.

When you arrived, she was already standing, smiling at the door… and you swear that with a single blink, you were inside, halfway through a bottle of wine. And in the next blink—you somehow tripped and fall into her bed... Or at least, that was the version you told yourself the next morning…