damn it.

"was that really you?" he asked me. his voice was even deeper than i remembered, but otherwise it was like stepping back in time. like finishing a conversation only hours old.
"yes," i said
"so," he said. "you still have the same cell number."
then, after a considerable silence, one i stubbornly refused to fill, he added, "i guess some things don't change."
"yes," i said again.

because as much as i didn't want to admit it, he was sure right about that.

emily giffin - love the one you're with ; page 5-6

i don't wanna feel like that. never.