Moving right along from my Game Of Thrones-esque rant about skanky boys chasing girls.
As everyone must have noticed I was broken up with.
By the Xbox loving ass.
I was all fine and dandy. Locking the memories away in a box labelled “do not open ever” pretending like you never happened, we never existed, yadda yadda yadda. Imagined your face on every hockey ball I hit. And acted like you really were just a passing ‘fling’ that wasn’t really worth letting my mascara run over.
THEN HE CALLED
He called, and apologised.
And asked a hypothetical question as to whether I would take him back.
And of course my hypothetical answer was yes.
And we had a romantic passing each other on the free way moment.
We even waved across the train lines at each other.
AND NOW THAT BOX IS WELL AND UNTRULY UNLOCKED