i spotted my ex-boyfriend last night, he who left michigan for los angeles earlier this year in order to find his fortune. i was driving with my best friend when i saw him in his brother’s black jaguar, turning on to the street we were turning off of. i nearly lost my breath.

he was even more beautiful than i remember. a scarf tucked neatly into a tailored winter coat and a felt fedora on his head, he was every inch the dapper gentleman. his clothes were always an extension of the persona needed in whatever situation was at hand, so i can only assume he was on business. he was a man of many faces; i used to call him clark kent because of this.

my friend and i traveled on to my house, where we finished off a bottle of hennessy, my former love’s favorite drink. i found myself swimming in memories and might-have-beens, still missing the man.

i sometimes feel as if i will burst from all the secrets he made me privy to, and the dark of the underworld he descended back in to.

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