I have bad habits of reuniting myself with the past. Especially a \”bad\” past.

Ever since my summer internship in Santa Clara, I had been preoccupied with (accidentally) running into my ex at J. Crew at the Valley Fair mall (located more than an hour from my house). Apparently, I didn\’t plan what I was going to do or say once I met with him.

My friend and I waltzed into the store. Then I saw him. Longer hair and still he exuded the personality that I never could see myself with. He apparently spotted me, but I spun on my heel pretending to browse a rack of expensive, fake cashmere sweaters. So I eventually had to take the adult approach and went over to say hi.