Lovers?

They used to love each other. Well, maybe love isn’t the right word. They weren’t really the type of people to comprehend love. But are there really that many people that do? Furthermore, many teenagers?
Now they were walking together. They didn’t hold hands, but they walked close. Surely he wanted to touch her. But he was probably afraid. She had a boyfriend, a new guy to fulfill her shallow desires. They’d been together for several months.
She was walking a little bit ahead of him. She was wearing a lot of make up. Maybe that’s why she looked so pretty. She had a large purse, where she rested her right arm. It seems that whenever a man sees an old girlfriend, she has an oversized bag.
She was heavier than when he had been her main squeeze. Not fat, just heavier. Her new boyfriend didn’t care about her weight, or how she looked at all. In fact, he didn’t give two shits about any of her. He never even pretended to. She pretended that he did.
She was walking through the mall with this guy right now because she missed having someone who cared. She didn’t know that, though. She wasn’t very good at reading her own subconscious. He was there because he missed her. Then nicest guys seem to miss the worst girls.