Breaking Down

It had been two months since I laid eyes on the man who made my heart race, set my body on fire, and infuriated me more than anyone I had ever met. It had been two months since Gabe had given me the best night of my life then walked away without a backwards glance. But today his best friend was marrying my best friend, and avoiding each other was no longer an option. But just like every great Maid of Honor before me, I had a game plan: Don't make direct eye contact, don't be alone with him, and don't trust him. Gabe had already broken me once, and there was no way I would be breaking down for him again. My happily ever after was buried at the bottom of the rubble where he left my heart.