Oh fuck.

So it was bound to happen sooner or later but guess who comes strolling up to us in the commissary today? Yup. Nine months after I last heard his voice, and there he is standing in front of me. And then there I am trying to make stupid small talk and what? What am I doing? Why am I hugging him?? All the while it feels like someone is kicking me in the small intestine. FUCK. I was doing so good. And there he is. Goddamn it. I am supposed to be over him. I am a strong capable woman. "Call me sometime" I hear myself say. Ha, that's rich. Fantastic, I'll be throwing up my lunch now.