As she sat in silence, I wondered if she’d finally say something. Hoped she would. Dreaded it, too. I was possessive as hell when it came to her. She was my first love. She was it for me. It. I didn’t wanna hear about another man. Hear about their past, their plans, their life together. Hear her grief. Or maybe that she wasn’t over him. But at the same time, it was a part of her. And I wanted that. All of her. Every part, no matter what. That was why I would set my personal shit aside and listen.
