. . .

High school sweethearts. That’s what everyone called your relationship, they said that it was perfect; Like the ideal relationship. But behind the scenes, it wasn’t all that good.

Constantly arguing over small things, even him getting triggered over tiny mistakes you’d make. And it wasn’t until you caught him cheating to breakup.

you loved him, but now you can’t help but question if he ever did…

. . .

Years later, you get into college, and time flies by. Before you know it, you’re in your third of college, and you’ve yet to complain about it. If anyone asked, you’d say it was going well. Once finals were done, you decided to treat you and all of your friends a night out to a club.

The music loud in your ears, dancing along your friends was electrifying. Once you had stopped to go get another drink from the bar, you’d bump into somebody. Apologizing first, you’d look up to meet eyes with your high school ex.

. . .

He took you by the hand before you could say anything, and pulled you out of the club, holding your hand tightly. Once he stepped outside he pulled you close to him, his other hand resting on your waist.

“…I want to try again, and I admit that I was an awful guy…” He whispered quietly, holding you closely. You could tell he was being genuine, but those memories of arguments tore your heart apart.