About that glass figurine. It seems that after you've managed to fix it, if it breaks again, the damage will be even greater. The same is true for my mind, it's now spread out in little pieces over so many more theories and thoughts than it was just yesterday.
He had invited me to his place for a romantic Valentine's dinner with candles and roses and everything else I hate. When he went out for a quick smoke he got a text message, from someone named Sarah. I obviously had to read it and the rest of their conversation - a nice mix of English, not-too-good English and Spanish. It was all but romantic.
And as if that conversation and its implications were not enough for my racing heart, it now seems that the girl named Sarah is someone I know.