You just ended a two-year relationship with somebody you were practically married too.
You moved to the city and told yourself that you'd focus on work and fun and anything but falling in love.
You were down to meet boys. Hang with boys. Kiss boys. Go on dates with boys. Maybe date a boy.
But then, he was there. & he had been there for a few weeks, and you had the inkling, and you being you, you had to find out, and now, look at yourself.
You're looking at him. You're looking at him like he's the next five, ten, fifteen, sixty years of your life.