I shrug. "He decided it was more important to stick his c**k into some nineteen year old than it was to pick me up from class."
He leans back. "Ah."
"Yeah. Same story, different protagonist."
He shakes his head, sadly. "He seemed like a nice guy."
I sigh. "He was. I thought... no, never mind."
"You thought what, Em?"
I thought I'd finally found someone who'd make me forget you, is what I want to tell him. But of course I can't say this, so I change it slightly.
"I thought I'd just finally found someone who could make me happy is all. And he did. Mostly. Anyway", I say, grimly, "It's all water under the bridge now."
He stands up and walks around the counter, reaching out to pull me into a hug. I can't help myself, I cry a bit, but he holds me tightly until the shaking stops, then gi
