Things between them had not been good, things between them had never been good, she told herself. They had been an awkward match, two people who should never have grown so close. It was easier to think of it this way than it was to remember the good times. She held onto the notion that you fell in love with who you fell in love with, and that was the end of the story, that it didn’t matter what gender someone was, if they were the right person for you, then you would feel something, but if that was the case, then why was her history littered with sad boys who struggled to express their feelings?
She glanced down at the illuminated shape of her phone, the details of everyone else’s post-Christmas edited and evidenced with the finest minutiae. She knew that it would do her no good, she knew
