Seeing him shouldn’t affect me like this, not after all this time. My hands shake as I grip the steering wheel tightly. I don’t know why I’m feeling this way; I didn’t cry when I broke it off with him. Not for the first few weeks. It was okay, freeing even. It didn’t hurt until the littlest things started to make me think of him. How well he complimented my everyday life. Providing the affection I craved and then some.
