I had her back. I had Diana, just like that, after months of not having her and months of trying. She hadn’t gotten away with ending the relationship on her terms. I felt both glad and strangely disappointed as I let her take my hand and lead me outside. I stared at her utterly familiar face, the pink flower hanging limply from her ear. She appeared less cute and seductive than she had during the beginning of our conversation. It’s funny—when you get what you want, it almost automatically decreases in value.
