The return

Date: 10/30/2018

I’m at some tattoo/body paint party. I’m excited for my tattoo and I know exactly what I want. I walk into a room and there she is. She seems like she was expecting me. Nothing has changed with her. We embrace strongly. I tell her I fucking missed the shit out of her. I don’t know if we kissed or not I just know that we hugged so hard and it felt so good. But then we started talking and she started to make excuses for why she left so abruptly. It seemed as if she didn’t think that I knew certain things. She said she left and stayed at a relatives house. She said how we should just tell each other everything all the time from now on. A part of me wanted that so much but then I started to remember. I knew exactly where she went and who she was with and I told her that she’s a liar and that she lied to me when she didn’t have to. I told her I would’ve forgiven her if she had just told me the truth but here she was lying again. I told her I fucking loved her no matter what but I knew the truth. We sat on a couch and she wanted me to sit next to her. Why and how she was there I had no clue. I didn’t get the chance to ask her how she knew of the party. Lazy yogis friend Tom seemed to be doing the body paint and tattoos.