I lost my ex at a party once — found him enjoying himself with another woman in a room. But last night, I lost my new boyfriend in a different way.
He was sitting on the back steps with a cup of warm soda, talking quietly with an old man about sadness.
The man’s hands shook as he spoke, wearing a worn flannel shirt. Alex, my boyfriend, leaned in close, brows furrowed as if trying to soak up every word. This wasn’t what I expected. I braced myself to be hurt again — but then something stopped me.
Not wanting to interrupt, I stood in the doorway and just watched. Loud,