"Stacey?" My heart skipped a beat as I slowly turned around, I knew that voice.

"Ethan. Hi."

"How are you?" We leaned in for a quick hug.

"I am fine. How are you?"

"Good, good. Wow, it's been a long time."

I smiled thinly, "It has." Even though it had been four years he still looked the same I could feel his blue eyes piercing through mine. His hair was long again, he had it pulled back into a pony tail. The only difference was he had gained a few pounds.

"Here, you go Miss." The barista handed me my low fat sugar free espresso. "Thank you."

"Do you have a minute? We could get a table and catch up." He asked me hopefully.

"Sure, um," I looked at my phone I had a couple hours before my next class. "I can spare a few minutes."

"Great, why don't you go grab a table and give me a minute; I'll just grab a coffee and join you."

"Sure." I can not believe this was happening to me. The last time I had seen Ethan was when he broke my heart. I was a junior in high school and Ethan was a freshman at the Chicago Art Institute. We had been going out on and off since I was in the eighth grade. I had hoped the added distance would not affect our relationship; after all we had always been in a long distance relationship. But this time something was different, at first he called and texted all the time more then he had ever before. Then it slowly began that I would not hear from him for days at a time. Turns out he had met some slut in his intro to art history course. He said that she really reminded him of me, and he only slept with her because he missed me so much. It was bull shit and we both knew it. He told me the day before he left to go back to school after Christmas break. He said it was not anything I had done; the distance was just too hard. He said he loved me and he always would. I told him how could he stick his dick in some chick and not tell me about it for months and then tell me he loved me. I told him that was not love. Many guys were always hitting on me, I was horny too, but I never did anything because I actually loved him. I told him I never wanted to see him again and to go to hell. Then I left and cried on the subway all the way back to my Dad and Samantha's apartment.

Now four years later I was a junior at Columbia newly single and totally over him. After he dumped me sure I dated, but I never let any one into my heart. He had totally wrecked me for the next fifteen guys.

"I am really glad I ran into you. I always felt bad about the way things ended between us. I was a real ass hole. Chalk it up to being a horny college guy."

"Yeah, you really hurt me Ethan."

"I know Stacey I never wanted to hurt you. That's why I never told you, I just thought maybe I could pretend it never happened. But I couldn't keep lying to you. I really did love you."

"I loved you Ethan, but I do not think you loved me. Had you loved me you could have never done that to me. If you loved me you could have asked for an open relationship or something, we could have worked something out or you would have only fucked up once and then told me right away. No cheating on me multiple times with the same slut and not telling me. That is not love. I have never loved any one as much as I loved you. Sure, I dated after you, but I never let any one into my heart. I gave you my heart when I was in the eighth grade and well I never got it back, but now, now you can give it back to me."

I stood up shakily. "Good bye Ethan."

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "I am sorry Stacey. But you are wrong I do love you, I never stopped."

All I could do was nod and turn around and leave. I hope his heart was just as broken as mine.