Your not quite sure why you agreed to meet her in the middle of a somewhat empty parking lot in the middle of the night.

Actually that’s a lie, you knew exactly why—your first love had randomly called you in the middle of the night sobbing her heart out, head in hands as she tells you how she misses you, that she made a mistake.

So now you’re here, face to face for the first time in what feels like forever, tears threatened to fall down your and hers face.

Maybe you were the fool, having your arms out like an angel, i mean it’s sort of your fault for expecting more, it was nothing more than a sexually explicit kind of love affair.

“… Thank you for meeting with me.” She spoke, her voice hoarse from the late hour and probably from crying.

“Yeah, no worries” You spoke softly, that’s how you always spoke to her, never raising it—not even when she was ending whatever the two of you were.

“You were right.” She began. “I don’t love him.” And here it came, the tears that she’s held in for many, many years.

Her words rang though your head in an echo, replaying over and over again as you tried to wrap your head around it all.

“I told you so.” You said, your eyes not meeting hers but her now bare ring finger.