I was walking through the mall one day, with my new boyfriend, when I saw you with your new girlfriend. I don’t think you saw me. Did you know I was there? My boyfriend almost called an ambulance because of my reaction.
Behind a pillar, next to the bookstore. It all came rushing back you see – a year after we parted. A year after you threw me down the stairs and pushed me into the hood of my car. Before you smashed the windshield in with a single leap through the air.
Before that you hid my keys, so I couldn’t go anywhere.
Before that you had your friends report from everyplace I went.
Before that you spread rumours about me, and borrowed money you never repaid and totalled my other car.
The FIRST time you ruined me, remember?
And so I learned my lesson. To never choose another man like you.
But that wasn’t good enough.
Another year later I was walking back from my improv class in the city, when I turned and crouched because I dropped my keys.
I looked over and there you were again, just pulling in.
You got out of your car and walked to the building I had just left.
Another year after that you called my family, just to “check in” and see how I was doing. My 12 year old sister was all too happy to give you my new address. Such a charmer with them, you were.
Another year after that I moved away, and because I didn’t know about your computer prowess, you followed me anyway.
Several years after that I met one of your ‘brothers’ in California. Another coincidence, I’m sure.
It didn’t last long, though, did it? I recognized the signs.
Still, he was able to pick up where you left off…
A year after he and I broke up, I got a call…
Just to “check in” and see how I was doing…
And so it goes…