Any time I envisioned encountering Cole again, I saw myself as being cool and controlled and beautiful and dismissive. Proving to him that he means nothing to me, and his leaving didn’t wound me in any real way. But the truth is it did wound me. It betrayed my instinctive trust in him and made me doubt my own instincts about people. And, despite my fantasies about myself, I’m not a cool, controlled person.
Moi
