Took a turn for the least expected. Somewhere in our mildly drunken haze we ended up in bed together, as I helped sober you up. We started sobering up together, and had the most honest conversation that we’d had since the break up. I’ve tried to remember as much of that conversation as possible, the things you told me and the way you said them, the feel of your lips on mine as we gave each other our long overdue kisses. You pleaded with me to stay with you, to stay the night and to remain in the bed.
And then the next day you were back to pretending nothing had ever happened.
My heart broke all over again.