You don’t know what decisions exactly led you to be in position you are now; inside of your ex girlfriend’s apartment. Whether or not it was a good decision to pick up her phone call was unknown to you, but you’re here staring at her.

You feel the weight of your past history and words left unsaid sit between the two of you, you feel the old wounds open up again. You don’t know why she called you over or why you decided to come. Both of you knew this isn’t right or fair to either of you but like always you can’t help yourself around her.

As you sit next to her on the bed you once used to occupy you can’t help but wonder who else had been trying to get in it since you?