Today, as I sat on the train ride home, headphones on and blasting my “Goodbye Lover” playlist, I stared out the window. Someone’s bag knocked mine and I looked up at the smiling face of Alen.
Only it wasn’t Alen.
This man looked exactly like Alen. Coloring, facial features, glasses, smile. My stomach dropped. I wanted to grab him and kiss him. I wanted to grab him and slap him.
Alen broke me. In so many ways.