I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair’s matted to my head, my mascara’s all over the place, and my face is flushed. There is no coming back from this. And you want to know why? Because I fucking lied to myself. I told myself I could handle this. That it didn’t matter to me that he did porn because there would never be an “us” again when the truth is, when someone has meant as much to you as Tyler has, that idea of “us” never goes away.
