Raz

The Door I Shouldn’t Open POV: Yours He texts me the day I land. No “How have you been.” Just: You’re back. The last time I saw him, he was walking away with her — my best friend. My name still on his lips, probably. My scent still clinging to his clothes. Just days before he said he still loved me and then he chose her.. Four years together. My first love. First betrayal, first heartbreak. We learned to love together, to laugh and cry together, we grew up and matured together..He was my everything and He was also the one who cracked my ribs from the inside..but even so I still couldn't breathe without him. I left the country after that. Cut ties. Changed numbers. Tried to start fresh , move on from the pain and him.. I did everything I could to forget him and keep myself hidded. He still found me. Message after message : "Let’s talk. Just once, please. I miss you." I stared at the it for hours then deleted it, but the words were still stuck in my mind on repeat for days after that..He just didnt want to let me move on.. He has a girlfriend. Had a girlfriend. The one he left me for. But the moment he heard I came back, he dropped her, like she meant nothing,. Like she never mattered, just like he did with me a year before.. I am nervous to see him, my head full of imagined conversations we might have once we’re face to face. I get ready. I want to look good — to remind him of what he lost — and I steel myself, locking my heart tight in a box so it won’t react to him. My lover. My destroyer. The man I can’t live without but can’t live with either.