{thirty-four}
About? -Aspen.
Today. -Roman.
There’s nothing to talk about. -Aspen.
Can we meet? -Roman.
I’m not sure that’s possible. -Aspen.
With your boyfriend? Sneak away. -Roman.
I’m at home- back in Clare. -Aspen.
Meet me tomorrow, then. Noon- at our old spot. -Roman.
No. –Aspen.
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Forgetting Roman
General FictionBecause forgetting Roman was more than just moving on. It was growing, accepting, and knowing I deserved better.
