CATALINA
I'd been lying on my bed for the past hour staring at nothing and telling myself I wasn't thinking about Javier.
But deep down, I knew the truth.
Although I wasn't thinking about him in a way that would have made sense a few months ago, not in longing or regret or any of that complicated mess I always imagined I'd feel if I ever ran into him again.
Especially if I was alone.
But this was different, Javier actually admitted he was wrong, something he never did in our five years together.
That left me rather… unsettled.
Standing before the man I thought I was going to marry, the same one I had planned my entire future with, I was surprised that I felt almost nothing.
Like looking at a chapter of your life that you didn't fully close, yet having absolutly no interest in reope
