Three months after the breakup, I saw her in a supermarket.
She didn’t look good. Worn-out jacket. A bit of weight gain.
In her basket, Frozen pizza and a can of soup.
We talked.
Turns out her dad is seriously ill,… maybe only a couple of years left.
She’s moving out because she can’t afford the area anymore.
Struggling to find stable work.
And me???
I looked amazing. In shape. Fresh tattoo.
Been going to therapy. Doing everything right.
For a few hours, I felt on top of the world.
Like I was