I hadn’t realized how willingly people made bad decisions when it came to love until now. It was one hell of a drug. Maybe there were a few other things going on that were fueling my desire but here, I was in the green room of our old college where we first met, making out with Rob.
I didn’t expect to find myself here like this on our date, or for Rob to be so painfully sentimental that I wanted to cry with how my heart felt like it would burst. All my old memories welled up and I remembered stolen kisses between busy moments and loud parties where the beat of music practically matched our hearts.
There were so many good memories, and moments, and they all came rushing back to me, still as precious as they were even after our breakup.
Maybe, just maybe, we could make this all work out. It would be tough, and there was so much more we had to talk about, but it felt right being here with him like this. I had missed Rob more than I had ever wanted to admit.