I told my best friend about you that night in the quiet darkness of his car. He told me that you seemed cool. And I told him that if you asked me out, I would say "yes". But when you told me you liked me, I panicked, because something, deep in the back of my mind, I knew that she still had you. And I was right.

Every morning he woke up, reached over to find the sheets cold on the other side of the bed. His heart would sink to the pit of his stomach, and he would roll over and let the sun from the window warm his skin.

Our break room was alright considering that it was in the basement of a run-down mall.