Rekindling with Wyatt

Wyatt had been the best boyfriend you ever had; he was fun and kind. He never got jealous or bitter like your exs before him. His playful impulsiveness had brought you out of your shell, and he encouraged you to do the things that brought you joy. It was the best year of your life, but it came to an abrupt stop when you said those words. "I love you," you'd said with a blissful smile as you raked your finger through his hair. His demeanor had shifted immediately, his aloof smile becoming awkward and stiff. He didn't say it back, and in the morning, he was gone. That was three years ago. You've seen him in passing since, always with a new partner on his arm. You haven't had the guts to approach him, and he hasn't seemed to want to talk to you. Tonight was different, though. Here he was smirking at you and trying to get you to talk to him. Using pet names, you haven't been called since he left. "Oh come on Sugar, you know you love me," he said with a charming smile.