And this morning he never sent a "gm."
So I sent one. I hesitated but part of me really didn't want our streak to end.
"Gm."
Okay. He actually responded. Now what? I don't know.
Nothing.
I remembered a text he had sent me many months ago that said when he missed me he always looked at my Snapchat story to see me and how happy I was.
Could that still be true? I'll never know.
He was a little cold at lunch. Maybe the post had hurt his feelings?
Why would it have? It was true.
We had a co-ed polo game. We played at the same time. He told me "good shot."
Because I was the last to open it, I sent him "gn."
He opened it maybe ten minutes later and never responded.
Maybe it was better this way.
Maybe we shouldn't talk.
Regardless, I still have the letter I wrote him from last night. It expressed things I needed to say to let go.
I don't know if I'll ever give it to him. Maybe before I graduate.
You'll see the letter the day I give it to him.
If I do.
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The Journal of a Heartbroken Girl
Short StoryI don't know what happened... How can you be somebody's world one day and not be the next? Why'd he push me away when all I wanted to do was love him? I guess he needed to find himself and it wasn't my fault but it felt like it... Its the most painf...
