He texted me.
"Jane, I'm so sorry. I need to talk to you, but I can't say what I want through texting. I feel terrible, but every time I wanted to text you back I thought it sounded bad. I'd like to see you in person. Please meet me tomorrow in the park where we had our first kiss."
I think I'm going to go. I really want to go. I am definitely going to go. I refuse to text him back though, because after all of this he doesn't deserve an answer. He hurt me, and I feel crushed, broken, and beaten. I hate these feelings. I do need to see him though. I miss him, and I still love him.
It's pretty funny to think that even though I'm mad at him, and pissed off. I can still love him, because he wheedled his way in to my heart that very first day we met. I really want to work things out. I feel bad for telling him so late, but I was scared. Scared of this. This right here. I didn't want him to leave, but he did. I know that he feels bad for leaving too, and I think talking will work things out.
I don't even know what I'm going to say. I'll have to figure it out.
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Her New Chapter. Him
Teen FictionFollow Jane, the writer. As, she embarks on an adventure to write the last chapter of her "book", this wasn't just a book. She was writing the last chapter of her life. She never really wrote her life down, but she realized that life is a story. If...
