"How are you?" She looks at me smiling.
"Why are you here?" My words sound cold. "How did you know where I live?" No one knows.
"I just wanted to talk, sorry, I can see you have moved on."
I want to tell her to just leave, but I can't.
"Do you want a drink?" I don't even know what to say.
"Please." Her word is quiet. As I make the drinks I remind myself we are friends, if even that. Nothing more. Sitting I watch as she sits facing me.
"So you wanted to talk?"
"I did, but now it feels foolish. You have clearly moved on." She points to the ring on my finger.
"Why not Elise?" It has been months.
"I told myself to let you go and I did. I thought I could move passed it. I reminded myself it was selfish to expect you to stay. What sort of life would you have? The last month though ha
