Someone mentions the airport
I hate him
I quickly think of when he ****** me in the parking garage before he flew out for Vegas last year
This year he won’t even speak more than two phrases to me
After two years
I wonder if he will **** her the same way he ****** me
Or is it different because he probably loves her
I light up my cigarette
I try not to think about him
How much I am trying not to crumble
Not for him
Love is tricky like that
One word like airport
It can bring back so many things
Maybe pain is tricky like that