Ive waited for you
Here he was again. It’s been over a year since I’ve seen him yet here he was again, in my house. Ryan always turned up when he got bored of his latest ‘girlfriend’. I suppose I should have been flattered that he was always drawn back to me, but I never was. The only emotion I ever felt when he paid me one of his visits was guilt. Pure guilt. Guilt that I had lied to myself again about being over him. Guilt that I let him back into my life. Guilt that I couldn’t say no. Guilt that whenever he...