maybe it was a mistake to leave him.

not maybe.

it was.

and you knew it was, but you were making a point. a stupid, stupid point.

and now you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

no matter how hard you tried to move on, you’d always be mentally comparing every guy you went out with to clayton.

the first guy you went out with after clay took you to a coffee shop. while ordering, he asked what you wanted.

that’s normal of course.

but clay would’ve known.

clay wouldn’t have had to ask.

the next guy took you to the movies. an action movie.

that’s fine.

but clay would’ve remembered you hate action movies.

clay wouldn’t have ever taken you to see an action movie.

failed bachelor after failed bachelor, you slowly realized you’d really messed up by leaving him.

it was wrong to compare each of these guys to a guy you’d been with over six months ago.

but it was also wrong to stand outside his dorm room and knock.

but you still did it.

the harvard business school dorms were still so engraved in your mind. but especially clay’s. you, being in harvard law school, went to parties all the time.

so, at this particular party that tyler durden, one of the business majors who was dating your friend charlotte, clay was there too. and so were you. and he had a girl. well, not exactly.

he was just hooking up with her. nothing major. gianna ramirez. the complete opposite of you. tan skin, dark hair, dark eyes. that hurt like a bitch. so, after she got off his lap to get another beer, you walked towards him.

he looks up when he sees a girl in a miniskirt and top and his smile falters when he sees it’s you. “hi.”