R makes a better chocolate martini than she gives herself credit for.
So if the unthinkable happened, and B wanted me back, what would I do? I would want to know why. What changed? Meanwhile, she'll go back to her old haunts, looking for that perfect guy to walk through the door, but if it didn't happen yet, why would it happen now? In the end, would I give it another try? Sure, but it's easy to say that when I'm certain that it will never happen.
Am I burning myself out from the inside? How much intensity do I keep in check, and will it eat me away? Is that my curse, Nightoak? A fire that brings people close for warmth, and eventually scalds them?
Maybe I just need things to break so that I can fix them.
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