He passes me on the street.
We stop, smiling at each other.
Pretending like the train reck of our relationship never happened.
We talk, exchange a few words.
Fake smiles and invitations.
He mentions a hookup he had the night before.
Maybe he meant to mention it.
Make me not love him.
It doesn’t hit me until we break and I walk into my apartment.
I’m alone in my room.
I cry and am angry.
I had an amazing night until I ran into him.
I text him asking to not contact me anymore.
There’s no response, just silence.
His silence is what I need but it’s not what I want.