I couldn't help but touch my forehead, trying to hide the fact that I'd been staring at him for too long. I was just standing here, making eye contact with him. The strangest thing was, he wasn't breaking eye contact either. We were both standing here, lost in each other's gaze.

I knew I should get out of the restroom and join my date, but for some reason which I wasn't sure of, I couldn't bring myself to move. I should not be alone with my ex. My brain told me to move on, but my body wouldn't listen.

I leaned against the wall. I watched as Romeo finally broke...