I Don’t Know What I Was Looking For That Night

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Thought Catalog

My boyfriend of three years and I had one final argument — the straw that broke the camel’s back. Our relationship was over. My best friend left with him, and wasn’t even going to tell me. Despite the painful fact that it needed to happen and was inevitable, my sister and my mom both blamed me.

I don’t know what I was looking for that night. Pain? Relief? Adventure? Reason? Something to shock me back to life? Maybe. Probably the last one. The problem with a d-fib is, it ultimately stops your heart.

I order distraction by way of a double apple rose mint hookah, but the smoke always fades, the buzz never stays, so I text the one I know will be there. We’ve talked before. Dabbled in flirting. He seems to care. He stalks over to my table dressed in all black except for the red accent buttons…

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~ by Thought Catalog on May 29, 2013.

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