For the entire ride to work I had to warn myself to not rerun over the conversation at breakfast with Ryder at least a thousand times . I could not understand what was going on with me . I was sort of in this very uncomfortable space and it was almost as if my brain , and body , had been bullying me to reassess and reconsider the category and opinion that I had clung on to for years in regards to Ryder . if there was one thing that I was certain of it was that I was not about to let go of my opinions of him just because he had decided to play nice by bringing me a souvenir and my favourite chocolate all because of the way kissing him in the heat of the moment had felt .
clearly , no matter how hard I tried to prevent myself from forgetting about everything that has happened it was actual
