one day, everything will be okay.
one day, everything will go back to normal.
but what's normal?
what's normal when you're forced to talk to your ex husband, who you're still in love with, because that's what your friends want?
he wonders where it all went wrong.
he wonders why they ever got a divorce.
he looks back on the past and ponders on the idea of them.
they were so happy.
they were in love.
he thought they were soulmates.
they were soulmates, right?
he thought there was no one else for him, and he was right.
what would he do on his own?
what would he do without the person he spent all of his time thinking about?
it's been 3 months since they've divorced, and he can't get over it.
he just wants to know why.
sure, they had a massive fight.
but that has never stopped love before.
or has it?
he thought they could work through it.
but they both just gave up.
at least they were civil around the others.
what's civil anyway?
what's love anyway?
he can't stop the thought that his ex husband could be in bed with someone else, this very moment.
and that thought kills him.
