she walked in.
what he wouldn't be ready for, was when she didn't.
he had tried to prepare for the worst but the image of her eyes and the memory of her lips wouldn't allow him to doubt
rational mind: it's been 2 years
but she loves me
rational mind: she probably met someone new
but she loves me
rational mind: she probably doesn't even remember
but she loves me
rational mind: you were never good enough for her in the first place
but she loved me
every time the door opens he peeked out
every time he was disappointed
every time he heard footsteps he snapped to attention
every time he slouched back down
Jack showed up at the bar twenty minutes early
Jack left the bar eight hours late
dawn breaking and the autumn chill stinging his drowsy eyes
he wasn't ready. he would never be ready. he loved her.