The long drive home was terrible and even worse was that I was back in my little apartment, that didn’t feel so homey anymore.
The tiny little apartment was with no AC, but at least the window was open... or rather one window glass was missing, enough to allow ventilation. Perhaps the greatest pain wasn’t really that, the apartment was tiny and I didn’t have a gigantic room to myself. The pain came from deeper than that, the thought that I might never ever see Max again tore me to bits
I knew that Max wasn’t mine to have, he was never going to be mine. But just for that little while I thought that maybe we could- it wasn’t meant to be so there was no use over thinking what wouldn’t and could never be. He was happily married and I was just the home wrecker I guess, I was like my mother.
