Journey to the theatre part 2
A year ago, when we were in a good place, If I saw you on the street, my heart wouldn’t skip a beat. My palms wouldn’t sweat, and I’d talk to you without remembering how I used to feel. Like, it never really happened. I saw you by the bus stop and we talked for 10 minutes or so and I thought about asking you for advice about the guy I liked. I thought you would be a reliable source, because after years of being love sick over you and receiving no affection – not even a pair of gloves which are usually the gift people receive that nobody really wants – from you, you would be able to help me out. I decided against it, and went with my gut instead. As it turns out, this guy liked me too, well, at least enough to date me for 2 months. It took me 9 or so months to get over him, but it wasn’t agonising, it was just something that was being played out and was going to take as long as …