"Congratulations."
Your whisper sounded hollow
and my confusion felt fluid.
You pointed at my ring finger
and I saw history repeat itself.
"Oh."
Twenty six and still that was all I could come up with.
I wanted to tell you how saturated my evenings were
how rainy my heart was
how I was planning to break it off with Mia— even before you had crashed back into my life, quite literally.
But you smiled, Artis.
And I realised grown men get heartbroken too.