Irony is meeting your ex for the last time at the place where it all started.
And it was never a place we came to often while in a relationship.
He still looks beautiful. But he smells like alcohol. And I know with absolute certainty that this is how our story ends.
A full circle.
In every possible way.
The memories are flooding back as hes out for a smoke. I’m strong. I’m beautiful. I will make it through this.