livtheesizzler
"I remember when I was yours," I said softly. "And you were mine."
A pause.
"Yeah," he said. "I remember that, too."
I hated how gentle he sounded. I hated that it made my chest tighten. I hated him. I hated myself more.
"You're not the same," I said. "And neither am I."
"No," he agreed. "But maybe you're more like me than you think."