We're done. So. It's all done and there's no happy love story with doves flying around you. Of course, it was to be expected.
His parents have taken him out of school, and I am left alone. Not even a peep. Not for exactly two weeks, and I suppose the time will grow.
They say moving on is hard, but you'll be done by the time the month is over. But they were wrong. You never move on. There are some bits and pieces that are left behind, and you have no choice but to move along, especially if something forces you to. Like space. Or hate.
So I guess I should pick myself up and carry on.
I should have started a long time ago.
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The Dramas of a 7th Grade girl with a Crush
RomanceSome people I know in real life just want me to write a story about... Romance. (*sigh*) So here I am! I mean, I've never written anything romance... Or about myself. Except that really annoying boring "unit" in literacy where you write about like...
