WG Toilets

I was never one to get attached easily, or put in other words, I was never one to repeat past mistakes, but there was one exception.
We met at a club, and through the haze and the lights and the slight effect of the two bottles of wine I had with my friend, I caught his eye, and something felt different. Call it love or lust at first sight, but there was something about him that made me feel noticed. After a few eye-glistening conversations, and dancing, kissing and singing with not one trace of shame within us, we spent the night wandering through WG and ended up at the WG toilets.
That was our first date and simultaneously our biggest inside joke. There is something so intimate about it, knowing that only we understood the stupidity of it all.
For two months, he promised respect, told me I was beautiful, swore he was my man and made me feel worth all the trouble. Turns out it was all a lie and he not only left me feeling betrayed, but worthless.
After very ironically having period sex, and telling me I smelled of pizza and mini eggs in bed, it took him only two days to realise that although he has “so much respect and care for me”, we should “just be friends”.
The heart was not meant to endure glimpses of what it could have had.