I don’t think anyone is surprised by the events that have taken place tonight.

In fact, I think people would’ve been surprised if they hadn’t taken place.

Right now, with my arms around your midsection as you order another drink, my eyes wandering that dress I definitely don’t remember you ever owning before, and my nose inhaling the perfume that always makes me regret everything…I can tell you already know that you’ve won.

Again.

Our relationship is complicated and the history is lengthy. We originally started dating about a year ago, but the flirtatious exchanges had been going on for years before that. After a multitude of arguments about your unnecessary jealousy, I finally called us quits a month ago.

The bands hiatus was starting, I was getting to take a break while working on my own solo album, and it was the perfect time to put an end to our rocky relationship.

Or so I thought.

I have to give you credit, you knew me way better than I realized. You knew exactly what to say to friends of friends so I’d hear about it and call you first, you knew exactly when and where I like to party when I’m in LA, and somehow you knew exactly when I was getting comfy with another girl and you had to show up.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re a witch or something.

So tonight was just like every other weekend. You played your cards right to get me all over you, while pushing down the thoughts of when you were still actually mine.

But I’m determined to make tonight end differently.

I’m determined to not bring you home with me, and I’m determined to not give into your need for attention and reassurance that I’m not moving on.

…Easier said than done, though, am I right?

“It’s getting pretty late, angel,” I exhale against your neck, mentally cursing myself for still using the pet name. “I need to be going soon. Got a meeting with Columbia in the morning.”