The last time we spoke, I struck gold. My words mastered perfect timing.
We crossed paths at a bar. Two years removed from our breakup; nine months since our last tryst. You had ghosted me for a budding romance with someone 14 years older. You were buzzed and staring.
βAll those things I felt when I used to looked at you,β you said, hand on your heart. βI still feel them now.β
βItβs good you dumped me,β I said. βI would have spent everyday trying to make you happy. And we never would be.β
We hugged goodbye. You had some kids. I went dancing.