"When did you realize that you didn't love him?"
I paused. I sighed and traced my pointed finger in circles along the counter top. I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes, knowing they'd be filled with the accusatory sparkle of someone who already knew the answer.
"I guess when I realized that I didn't care about his past. As horrible as it sounds, I don't care about why he's so shy and why he hates his brother. I don't care about his first love and inevitable first heartbreak, his favorite family vacation, or his happiest memory. I don't really care about the things that make him, well, him."
"And that's it?" She raised her eyebrows at me, daring me to give the rest of the answer.
"Well, I also don't care that he has other girls that he thinks I don't know about. I mean, I guess it should bother me, but it doesn't."
"And why doesn't it?" Her patience was wearing thin.
She stared through me with a bored expression while she pulled at the straw wrapper disinterestedly.
"Because I still love someone else."
—p.s
10 November 2021
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