If Two Wrongs Could Make A Right

You told yourself you were over him. Said it out loud. Said it often. And for a while, you almost believed it. But then you saw him at that party, months later. And suddenly everything you’d buried came rushing back. He looked good. Too good. And he’d clearly moved on. You tried to hold your ground. But your hands were shaking. Your chest was tight.

Because you were the one who walked away.

And now, with him back in your room, so close again… The truth comes out.

From both of you.