It's hard when your mind and heart are at conflict - one's telling you to be rational, to think things through and avoid being impulsive.
But the other is telling you to do the exact opposite.
And it's confusing.
I stare at my phone screen for a moment, simply blinking, and blinking again, trying to process Sam's words.
His voice sounded sadder than usual, raspier, and simply not like him.
And it was all because of me.
I knew I had to go back to the apartment then - because, like most stories, all good things must come to an end.
And Theo was no longer a regret.
I wouldn't take back that night if it depended on my life - he had made me feel something, anything, after my heart had rejected any feelings for so long.
I was an open book, and gave myself to him completely and wholly.
