I wanted to date him. I really did. He had a heart of gold but it was no match for my broken one.
I DIDN'T WANT HIM TO FALL IN LOVE WITH JORDAN'S EX -GIRLFRIEND.
And too much of me is still very much that. When I met Liam, Jordan and I weren't on speaking terms. I was well into my healing and learning how to be happy in it. Liam wasn't a distraction either. He felt more like a reward for me not falling off the wagon. (Let's admit, Jordan is a drug. I've been chasing the feeling I had when we first started dating years ago; that first high) Liam was safe space. Our dates were fun and empty and the emptiness was the best part. Life was much lighter without Jordan's baggage.
But this week, I caught a whiff of Jordan y''all. Months of hard work went down the drain. I was mad again; broken again; strung out on memories I was trying to forget and I still had a date with Liam. I couldn't cancel because it didn't feel fair but when I got there, I just wasn't there. Jordan's ex-girlfriend showed up instead.
It's been three days and she's still here; crying over Jordan, re-reading his old text messages and wondering how the man of her dreams turned in the nightmare of her life.