Hurt

I met Hunter the day after arriving in Barcelona, and that means it was very early in January. What gnaws at me inside now feels almost like a hole. Why is this happening to me again?

“You mean you lied to me all this time? You were on a convenient adventure that helped you push away painful thoughts of your ex?” I gasp, my heart aching and exploding inside me. I was just his layover, barely days after he broke up with a serious girl-friend

When you love someone so deeply and have been in a relationship for that long, how can one conveniently move on so very quickly? In a matter of days?

“Of course not! I would never do something like that to you,” he protests softly. He does gulp as though he is guilty or something.

“Do you want me to believe that ever since you met me, you don't feel anything for her anymore?” I look at him dryly. I am not falling for this bull-shit again.

“And why wouldn't you believe that? I'm here, aren't I? Because of my feelings for you, I am here. I have never