the breakup wasn't easy. It was filled with tears and loud voices, your heart breaking little by little as he told you things were over.

the aftermath wasn't any better. You locked yourself in your house, crying into your pillow at the slightest memory of him. To say the least, it took time to get over him and the depression that came along.

for him, the breakup was just as equally bad as it was for you. He felt bad for breaking your heart and making you cry. He found himself often missing you and sometimes would even cry himself which was very rare as he wasn't a man to show many emotions. Yet he always reminded himself it was for the better. That's what everyone told him anyways, that it would be best to focus on himself and to get into relationships later in life

and now 2 years later, you were doing great. You forgot about him—well kind of. It just got to a point where you didn't feel the need to cry at the mention to his name and overall didn't care about him anymore

but I guess he still did. Cause late at night you watched as your phone rang, immediately recognizing the number. You answered it, feeling a slight pain in your heart

"Wrong number" you said immediately, the words coming out harsher than you expected

"Right voice" he replied