"The thing is," I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "I don't think I actually loved you. I think I just loved the idea of you."
"What does that even mean?"
"It means that I lied, and I'm sorry."
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
