I grunt as I roll over onto the other side, my back against the sleeping girl in my bed. Sorry. My girlfriend. I love her. Or, I mean, I’m trying to get myself to love her. But it’s so fucking hard when all I can think about is you. I reach for my phone on the bedside table and look at the time. 3 am.

When you and I met, sparks were flying, fireworks exploding. Sure, we came from different backgrounds, me being from the city and you.. well… being raised on a farm. We had our differences. At first it wasn’t noticeable, the opposite actually. We clicked immediately and the first month of our relationship was magical. But then the arguments started.

It was small things at first. You claimed that I didn’t pay you any attention when we were having dinner with my friends, I said that you didn’t make any effort in our relationship. And the banter was endless. After roughly three months, our differences was the end of our relationship. I decided to break up with you.

To be honest though, I can never get you out of my mind. It’s been about five months since we broke up. I got a new girl, and even though I hate to admit it, she kinda looks like you.

I go into my contacts in my phone, and scroll down until I see your number, still saved as “my girl”. I swallow deeply, my thumb hovering over the call button. Fuck it. As I press call, I gently roll off the bed, making sure not to wake up my girlfriend. I walk out into the living room and much to my surprise, you pick up. I’m gonna regret this so much later.