Life can't get any better
Ford.
I walk out of the room, already thinking about what I will say to her. I don't have anything to say to her—I still think she is a selfish bitch.
"No negative thoughts Ford,'' I remind myself because if I go out there with those kinds of thoughts, I wouldn't get closure from her. I see her in the living room, she is seated in an awkward position. There was a time when Lisa didn't need someone to let her in. she belonged in this house more than I did and I lived here. She was always part of the family, my best friend and now she is just a stranger. I take a deep breath because I don't know how this will true out.
I don't know if she actually came here to apologize.
I don't know why she is here but I want to be optimistic. I want to believe that there is still some good left in her. That she is still the same person I knew and loved. I have moved on from a lot of things in the past but the problems we had are still there.