When I get home, I call Ella.
I tell her everything that's happened and wait for her response.
"Ah," she says.
"First, I knew you would find someone else."
"Ella," I say firmly.
"I did not like Anna."
"But she liked you, and that means everything."
"Okay Aristotle," I say, annoyed.
"Anything else?"
"Oh yes," Ella responds.
"If you can look at another person romantically
And not think of Adalie
That means you're moving on."
Am I moving on?
It's the questions that's been bugging me the whole summer.
Am I moving on?
I guess I won't know until I see her again
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RomanceI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
