Full disclosure, I'm going to be a little sparse on personal details.

We broke up, for want of a better term, in the pandemic. But during the plague I always imagined us post-covid. We'd go to the museum, hold hands, talk about art, have some tea, laugh, and catch up. At night we'd get a hotel, make love, and then finally the biggest thing I wanted at that time... falling asleep next to you. Holding you. Knowing that you could be doing anything else, but you were here with me.

Now you and I are talking again, and all the old feelings come back and I hate them. You screwed me up real bad back then. Why do these feelings still exist? And why do they present themselves if I can't ever tell you?