||Eighteen||
We've been sitting across each other for the last twenty minutes, silently staring at one another, unsure of what to say. It's been two days since our conversation in the hotel. A day since I've decided to have lunch with Justin. And now here we were, sitting across each other.
What the hell was I doing?
Why the hell was I here?
Closure.
I was here because I needed closure, but from what?
Five years was a long time to go without speaking to someone. Especially when you loved that person with your entire being, and the way we ended things could have been better. That's why I'm here. But what the hell do I say? What do I ask? How the hell do I put all these thoughts; all these emotions into words?
I loved Justin with everything I had. We were together for years. Sure within those years there had been times when we had been apart but somehow our paths always ended up crossing each other.
But this time wasn't like the others. This time we didn't end up in each other's arms upon seeing each other again. This time was different.
Things were different.
We were different.
I'm in a fully committed relationship.
Jackson and I live together.
We adopted two dogs together.
I'm in love with him.
I'm happy.
So why the hell was I sitting here?
And then the question I didn't even know I wanted to ask flies out of my mouth, "Why didn't you go with me?"
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Rooftops
General FictionThey fell in love when they were young, in a city that never felt like home, at a time in their lives when they both knew nothing could be serious. But five years later, they met again, this time not on the side of the road, but on a rooftop.
