the muffled sounds of the radio fighting for a connection filled my ears and clouded my thoughts. i sat in the car resting my head on the door letting the cool breeze from the slightly open window brush across my face.
i picked another petal of the flower. 'he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.' i stared at the last petal i had picked off. 'he loves me? he loves me.'
i gained up my courage and grabbed my phone out clicking on your contact name 'ex ex boy friend'
"i want to start fresh."
sent 12:43pm.
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