“So can I meet him one day?” I want to cry, but I swallow it and look at the ceiling. This was my worst fear and suddenly it’s becoming nothing at all. I was dumb to be so afraid. “Of course you can. If we get back together, that is. I kinda fucked it up...” “Wow, I’m sorry.” “Happens every day.” “Is it hard?” he asks soon. “The breakup?” “I feel him everywhere,” I whisper. “Well let me know if you want me to come over and watch a movie or something. I mean it.”
