High school graduation day. When the rival I’d been tangled up with all through school came up to me and confessed he liked me, it wasn’t the direction I’d imagined, but I figured I’d won in the end. Until years later, when he showed up again with a young son in tow. You pathetic Little shit… If your heart was that easy to sway, why the hell did you even confess in the first place? Whatever. Doesn’t matter now. Fucking you again would be a walk in the park.