I took a day off of feeling sorry for myself and took the fairy down to Coronado and road my bike along the beach. I love the smell of saltwater as the wind blew through my hair.
I road down to a spot that used to be very special to me.
A spot that would make me happy on a sad day it was a spot that would make everything dissolve into thin air and allow me to escape, but when I arrived all I felt was sadness.
That spot had now been field with memories of him and me. Only there is no me and him anymore.
As I start to ride out of spot that once brought me such happiness and joy I realized that I can no longer feel sorry for myself.
That I have to stand up and be strong, and remind myself that I am way better off without a cheating boyfriend who doesn't care about me enough to stay loyal.
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Teen FictionThis is a story with a lot of hart break, and hardly any happy endings.
