CALVIN'S POINT OF VIEW
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Friday, which on a normal basis is a very good day for me, but now it's just one extra day before I get to see Alex.
Yeah, no, no, I didn't get better. Still obsessing over him, still wishing to magically turn back the time and live those hours that we spent making s*x, then talk about anything and everything, holding him in my arms and run my fingers through his silky curls, over and over again ...
I decide not to party by myself tonight and go to dinner out, and if I'm in the mood, maybe I'll go to my favorite pub, meet a woman, fall in love and we live happily ever after.
Yeah ...
The entire time I ate, I contemplated if I should go to my favorite pub because it's close to my company, and risk seeing him
