But it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why I didn’t feel good about it – or why I hadn’t been sleeping. Because when I’d broached the subject of our breakup again, he brushed it off just like he’d done before. Because what if I opened my eyes and he wasn’t there? Just like last time. Because when I closed my eyes I was sixteen again, my heart bleeding and beaten. And blindsided. I didn’t see it coming the first time, but the second… that I needed to prepare for.
