I smile as I turn off the TV. I don’t know how to feel about a weird robot entering every home. Right now it’s only a dream, a toy for the rich, but it is a very grand achievement, issuing humanity into a new stage of life and into what could be a dystopian or the best told story.
Maybe this is the best it’s going to get before we all annihilate ourselves because we’re too smart for our own good.
I try my best to ignore the latent throb in my stomach at seeing Lincoln. When I had left his house, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t go back there to get my stuff, that whatever I walked out of there with is what I was going to keep.
I don’t even know if he still lives at that house. He’s barely on social media, and it’s usually short interviews, but the most I ever hear about him is a bunch of girls on the internet either talking about how handsome he is or people speculating that something obviously is going on between him and Sarah.
Sarah is beautiful. Lincoln is hot.
People like watching two hot people get together even when the subject matter involving them has nothing to do with romance.
People are weird, and honestly I stay as far away from romance as possible.
Now divorced from who is clearly going to be a very rich man, I had sworn to myself that I would never fall in love again.
How could I trust anyone else with my heart after the person I thought I could trust the most did what he did? Not that I hold it against him any longer.
I’ve forgiven him a long time ago.
He had tried to stay away from me, having told me happy birthday and Merry Christmas.
He sent me the song “My Mind” by Lincoln Haidel, and I played it on repeat while I cried myself to tatters. But beyond that, he doesn’t talk to me. He’s left me alone, and that part was also very painful. Most people expect the person who hurt you to fight for you, but it feels as though, at least to me, that Lincoln didn’t do enough of that.
Why would he?
He had somebody to run back to, clearly.
Outside of everything I see online, which is barely anything about him, I have no idea about his life.
Just like before, Lincoln chooses to keep his personal life private. He could be married and have kids now. It’s only been 2years since I’ve seen him, but still, a lot can change within that time.
He’s proven that people can change over time even while you’re with them, and it was sad because it seemed as though Lincoln just grew out of love with me. And that’s cool, because I have to learn to love myself.
I must admit, for a while I didn’t know who I was without Lincoln, because my future… well, I never thought of it or entertained any future that didn’t have him in it. I never imagined there would be a day where I would live my life and make decisions minus Lincoln.
By now, my father knows.
That was another very annoying situation, having to read online at the time, just as Lincoln was starting to get popular for his looks, that he has an ex-wife.
Luckily, people didn’t pry any further than some pictures I had up on my social media.
I’m a nobody, unlike Lincoln and Sarah. Unlike the CEO of Helion. I wasn’t interesting enough for them to follow.
I’m completely fine with just being referred to asthe ex-wife.
Aside from that and the occasional upset of people making videos throwing shade at Lincoln for dumping me to“upgrade to a white woman”, very hurtful comments, by the way, things pretty much fizzled off real quick. Now it’s all about Lincoln and Sarah, if there’s any romance mentioned at all.
If Lincoln is happy, then good for him. Living life to the fullest is the only thing I care about now.
Several weeks out of the year, I travel the country, and I’ve even gone abroad for a month in Italy.
I had a little fling there with a guy named Alessandro. No strings attached, no feelings involved. My heart only ever belonged fully and totally to one person, and after he broke it, there’s none of it left, and so I was able to cut away from that situation quite easily.
I said goodbye to that guy without even telling him I was leaving back for America the next day.
I’m still working my remote job, but I’ve had to take an extra job at a restaurant.
It’s grueling, but I only work 3 days out of the week for that job. Honestly, moving farther away from the city would be the best bet.
