An object of his affection

“I understand that you studied law and that your dream was to become a lawyer, and if that’s still your dream, then I’m sure you’ll make a great one!” – but I’ll give you 6 months and I know you’ll be on your knees, back with me.

The first day back was awkward, real awkward. He had hinted at his position and assumed the same for her. Or hoped it and patiently waited for it. That’s what made it worse, and probably meant he lost his case before anything – his confidence that he would turn her. Hope and ego are odd things.

She wasn’t in the same place, neither was her self-esteem, the caught of gaurd opportunistic girl of last year.

When they said hi, it was like the greeting of a divorced couple; she stuck her hand out as he leaned in for a hug. They embraced and it passed but she jolted back, tensely shaking her head, reminding herself not to jump back in. Reminding him of her cold facade so he didn’t jump back in.

On top of all the awkwardly normal emails they’d sent re work, he casually asked her to call him. But she hadn’t heard his voice in a year, or even heard from him for nearly as long, what would they talk about on the phone now! Even when she began her airy fairy attitude it couldn’t make the situation any less uncomfortable.

But he was incessant like with his job, he continued to remind her of their time and words of a year past..

..She never went back to him.

Miss Mess

xoxo

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About iheartmess

A Middle Eastern Londoner 20-something living the 'western' life in between London and home.
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One Response to An object of his affection

  1. Incredible story there. What happened after? Take care!

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