Jason waited til after his girlfriend’s breathing softened as she sleep for him to pour out his phone to text you. He always did this. Waited. Waited for his girlfriend to go to sleep. Waited for you to respond. Waited for you to come back to him.

Each time you questioned him with “Why do you bother me when you know you don’t want me?” “Why do you bother me when you know you have a woman?” You would be devastated to know that your boyfriend was still seeking attention from his ex so why put another girl through it.

But Jason’s presence was addicting. He had you looking forward to weekends with him. He had you looking for him anywhere, wanting him to come back to you.

He walks out of the room to the living room, calling your phone. “You up?”