I think that feeling of control lured me into a false sense of security. I was so confident I had Travis on a string, I didn’t notice the warning signs. Thinking about him all the time. Texting him more and more frequently. Finding any excuse to go to London to spend time with him. I told myself it didn’t mean anything, that it was just a fun, casual thing, but the truth crept up on me, as it so inevitably does.
