“when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night, with your head in your hands you’re nothing more than his wife. And when you think about me, all of those years ago; you’re standing face to face with, i told you so.”

You and Walker had been broken up for about a month. This past month has been hell, and even after that big of a time period it still felt like a shock. Why? Why did he do it but better yet, why did you let him go? That question rang in your head constantly. He had found someone.. prettier; and you had slowly come to accept that she was just— better. You missed him, so bad. He was special, and you really loved him. You had yelled at him, saying that this new girl of his was only using him; and you had felt guilty ever since.

One night, you were watching a cheesy rom-com, and absolutely destroying a pint of ice cream — when you were suddenly interrupted by a knock. “Hello?” You cocked an eyebrow, pausing the TV and closing up your ice cream. You carefully approached the door and stayed alert. “Oh,” You sighed, putting your hand on your chest “you.. wait! You?” standing before you was Walker, looking as miserable as ever. “She’s not like you, at all, and i hate that. She was using me..” i told you so.. you thought.