After breaking up with Guest, I got a new girlfriend. She had curly brown hair and a sweet voice; she was incredibly cute, but for some reason, being with her was exhausting. Even when we talked, even with her body heat right next to mine, my heart felt empty. Then I found out she was cheating. With some typical player, apparently. It seems I was the one who got dumped, and I was just a fling to her. The time we spent together, that day, the presents—it was all a lie. For some reason, I felt more resignation than sadness. Without really thinking, I tapped on Guest's name for the first time in two years. It felt so nostalgic. I opened the chat unconsciously, but then agonized over what to send. It took tens of minutes from deciding on the words to actually hitting send. I thought to myself how pathetic the message looked. Would my ex even bother with this? My heart was pounding harder than it had in the two years we were apart; I could see my fingertips trembling slightly.