Friday night, and I see him again. for the first time since i aborted the baby. He doesn't know i was even pregnant. Let alone that he could have been a daddy. We were fucked. Like, really really fucked. All of us were. He held me close and i realised i didn't want him. But it was nice, seeing someone from my past. Someone I'd actually wanted to see. I'd missed him and it gave me closure. When I first saw him, my blood ran cold. I suddenly realised, I'd had his baby inside me. That scared me a bit.
He left without a word on saturday morning and that was how i wanted it to be. Anything that he could have said would have been too painful.
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