Loneliness and memories

The last several weeks had been miserable for me. I started a new job that I hated just so I could afford to stay in my apartment. After kicking my ex out, I had to pay for everything on my own now, and it wasn't cheap or easy. I also haven't seen or heard from Weston since the day I called him a spineless little bitch and walked out. I guess I hoped he'd try to text or call, but apparently, I wasn't as important to him as he had become to me.

Loneliness consumed me at night as I tossed and turned in bed, praying I could forget about this man but to no avail. I had a feeling I'd never be able to get Weston Young out of my head and the thought gave me so much anxiety that I couldn't think straight. What made it even worse was that I felt like I saw him everywhere as if my mind was playing tricks on me. Any man I saw with dark blonde hair wearing a five-piece suit automatically got a second glance from me, but it was never him.

Why couldn't I stop thinking about him?!

Hell, I couldn't e