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July 18
Every sane part of me fought the urge to say something, anything, to you. Those parts reminded me constantly of the pain you forced me to endure. Especially during the first month.
I realized I was blocked on most social media about a week after the news of your unexpected relationship hit the gossip-loving halls of our school. Though it hurt, I never mentioned it to you. Or anyone, for that matter. Whenever anyone asked if I saw your latest post about her, I gave them a vague answer and changed the subject.
It wasn't long after that the rumors surrounding our friendship started circulating.
But you were too caught up in her to notice.
So, why did I text you? Why did I even try after all the panic attacks, all the whispers and side-eyes, all the heartache? Why did I open an app we hardly ever used and draft a message I knew might not reach you?
Because I thought eight years would earn me one response.
I was wrong.
Eight years earns "seen."
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