It was messy.
There was a fair amount of crying, and you spent a lot of time on your own, either at the treehouse or at your own house. School was an ordeal. Struggling to keep your emotions in check, you walked out of one of your lessons once and your students never let that go. Secondary school students were mean, you told me.
For weeks following that final letter, you checked the mail box every day. I saw you from my window. I remember seeing you run out of the front door each morning to ensure that you were the first to rifle through the mail, and I remember seeing your face fall when her handwriting did not appear among the envelopes.
There was a part of me which felt guilty about being so happy when you were so miserable. But, other than check up on you every day and encourage you to come out of the house as much as possible, there wasn't much else I could do.
I just sat back and hoped that you would come through the other end of your bitter break-up unscathed –and you did, eventually.
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