He tried to call me later that night. I denied his call. He immediately sent a text.
Are you ok? Where are you? I didn't know you left the party.
I told him I was fine. I told him I had been ready to go, and didn't want to pull him away from his fun. I told him I'd see him the next day.
I went to bed confused. He always seemed to care so much about me, but then he behaved so insensitively at the party. And then he texted me afterwards, as caring as usual and seemingly back to normal.
Lies lies lies.
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RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
