Sabrina sighed. She was over playing games with a man who once rejected her. How funny it was that he didn’t even know that the woman he was so aggressively pursuing was the girl he once cast aside without a second thought. Sabrina could still feel the pang of disappointment after twenty years and a lifetime of new experiences. God! she thought she was over him. How could he possibly still have this kind of hold on her? She wasn’t the same awe struck teen she was the night they made eye contact at the concert. He was no longer the model handsome med student who feigned a heart attack when he found out she was only sixteen. How many times has she replayed that scene in her head? Too many to count. It was one of the most memorable nights of her life and such a pivotal one. That is why she would never be over him but it was another night that became the reason why she certainly would never ever again be under him.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t tell him all this. She couldn’t yell. Smack him across the face. Tell him that he is loathsome. It would feel so good to be unburdened by the trauma that their ten year dalliance had caused her.