He got on my nerves enough by doing everything wrong earlier in the pub. From the way he pretended I was invisible, to saying he’d been in love, to denying we ever did anything. Every. Fucking. Thing. Now, I have to leave so I won’t throttle the fuck out of him. This is why I’ve stayed away. Why I’ve removed myself from any situation he’s in or any environment where he can exist. I see him, and I’m burning. The harder I’ve tried to stay away, the wilder my obsession with him has grown. I just can’t fucking help it.
