Divorce didn't make me your ex
She nodded, and that timid agreement was worth more than any spoken "yes."
I slowly got up and walked to the door. Before leaving, I glanced over my shoulder. She was still sitting there, eyes downcast and shoulders tense.
I entered my apartment and closed the door behind me carefully.
And then...
“FUCKKKKKKKKK!!!” I roared, inside my apartment, punching the air so hard I nearly knocked over the lamp near the entrance.
I started pacing, laughing to myself, laughing like a complete infatuated idiot.
“She said yes! She said yes!” I yelled, throwing my arms open as if to embrace the universe. “I’m having dinner with Luna. I’m having dinner with Luna.” I did a little victory dance since no one c