you're in vienna for a few days, with her-- no wonder this all feels so familiar. please, please don't cheat on me, don't break my heart, and don't make me broken again. i couldn't take it once; i will not take it twice.

i can't stop finding parallels that make my stomach drop: her friend being nice to me, telling me what a good guy you are, the trip for school, your friend's around...

the truth is you've conjured up such a traumatic memory that i'm going to be mad at you either way.