I hate that I can tell just from the fucking Snapchats she’s sending me that she’s not working today and she’s out at some other restaurant because the bar is different.
I hate that even when I’m at work, I can’t fucking escape her because my coworkers are talking about the restaurant where she works.
I hate that I think I’ll forever be haunted by her… looking around every corner to see if she’s there before I go, whispers at her when she’s not even around…
And fuck. My jacket still fucking smells like her.













