— Next time you’re choosing a movie.
“What the hell are you talking about, this evening was horrible”, — that’s what I thought. But I didn’t say anything, because I knew he wasn’t listening. It was like talking to the wall. So I smiled. (It was like smiling to the wall as well).
I waved goodbye and tried to ran into the first bus that came. He tried to kiss me — I wasn’t surprised. It started to look like an escape game and I was winning. Even though all I won was a bus that actually wasn’t going the direction I needed, except it was going away from him.
I took a window seat, then a deep breath and started to cry. All I could think about was how we came to this?
We were lovers for almost three years and then I opened my eyes and everything was falling apart already. Jigsaws fell out of all the places: at first your texts lost all the words that made them yours before / strange things filled our apartment and probably your head / and then — you hit me just because I didn’t think the way you did. That was it. Pieces of our puzzle didn’t fit anymore. I moved out. And we stopped talking and seeing each other.
After a year or so (it’s been 13 months, 2 weeks and 4 days, but who’s counting) he asked me out to see this horrible movie. I came to see him.
But I didn’t recognize his face in a man who wears it now.