N and S and I meet in a trendy bar slash restaurant slash rave in a popular part of the city. And it's as I'm scanning the menu pretending I won't order the same thing that I break the news that I'm broken inside and want my heart to go away.

We're silent.


How could this happen to me?

I love him.

Never say never. 

Then we talk for days (weeks?) while Friday night revelers sink deeper into pandemonium. Talking helps. I've missed them. I smile from my eyes for the first time in a long while, then go home and beg my heart to let me sleep.