“So, you’re saying I haven’t caught you on a good day.”
“No. You haven’t.”
I think about the look he gave me that night. That sincere, borderline-tragic, worried look in his eyes. This wasn’t something he didn’t care about. He was genuinely taken aback by my decision. But there was only so much I could do about it. I don’t want to continue getting hurt, so I have to get out.
He reminds me of Joel, from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. He’s shy, he’s timid. By default, I am Clementine. Outgoing, impulsive. I thought it meant we’d be perfect. But there’s a reason they didn’t work. There’s a reason they are such a sad story. They had to be. It doesn’t work any other way. Some people are just meant to come and go.
I forgot him once. I can forget him again.