Girl in Luv

We were misfits. We were the puzzle that took hours to put together only to realize there was a missing piece.

I gave myself over to the loss, the emotions, the complete devastation, so I could remember this feeling, because I’d never put myself in the position to let it happen again. Then I closed the door and locked my heart, all in the same turn of a handle.

But when I sleep, in those moments when I lose control of my thoughts, I know I’ll be here again, sitting at this table. In my nightmares, I’ll walk out the door, just like I’m about to do.

In my dreams, I’ll still be in that bed with you.

Call this what it is. What it was. An eclipse. A comet. Whatever. Something raw and rare that only comes around once in a lifetime that changes you—and then leaves.

Because no matter how different we were, or the numerous financial trappings that separated us…he’d proven he was someone worth fighting for time and time again.

I was going to have to remind myself that Langley Vaughn was nothing more than a means to an end, if I didn’t want to get even more tangled up with her than I already was, that is.

Thank God for pretty girls with money to burn and no common sense.

“Then, Langley Vaughn, you officially have a date to the wedding from hell, with the devil wearing a tux.”

What was I thinking, propositioning some guy at a bar like my life was a rom-com on Netflix?

“Not nearly as much as I love you. Now get out of here before she makes you fold origami swans or something.”