5 months in a talking stage, now 5 months after you ended things with him, and you hear one mention of his name and you’re spiraling.

You spend all this time healing and getting over him just for it to all crumble down at the mention of how he treated you. Clearly you hadn’t healed like you thought.

A million thoughts ran through your head as you sat on the park bench, the crisp night air having a slight breeze, the cold air snipping at your rosy cheeks.

Your head was cast down, your headphones on your head as “White Ferrari” by Frank Ocean played. What a day. What do you even do? Do you text him? Do you move on? Do you block him again?

You didn’t even notice the way your hands clutched your pants as hot tears rolled down your cheeks, and you definitely didn’t notice the young man sitting next to you until he lightly tapped your shoulder, his brows furrowed with concern and confusion. You felt bad, apparently he had been trying to talk to yoy and you had seemingly ignored him.

“Im sorry? I asked how you are, did I say something wrong?”