Riding on the train, I was reading text messages from my ex-girlfriend. There were definite signs of me becoming too clingy towards the end, but I moved further back in time.
“I will stay out longer. Don’t wait up.” I remembered writing that one. I was out all night dancing with this girl who seemed attractive in comparison but I guess just because she was new.
“I’m coming home, should I pick up anything?” This text I guess showed how routine it was.
“Been thinking about you all day.” Oh, those were the days.
“I will love you always.” She wrote that one. I guess she stopped loving me after she found out I was sleeping around. But why did she cry? Pride?
I smiled and switched to reading the texts from the current girl and the train raged on to an unknown terminus.