"There comes a time when you have to stop living in the past, and start living in the present."
That's what you told me when you sat down at our table.
It was the only table left with open seats, but I like to think you just wanted to sit by me.
I asked what that sentence meant; you said you didn't know.
Your ex-boyfriend told you that when he broke up with you the day before.
I told you he must have been an ass, and definitely doesn't deserve you.
You smiled.
I fell in love with your smile in that moment.
-- Author's Note --
I wrote this entire story in about fifteen minutes. I apologize profusely if it's actually awful; I'm just trying something new.
