She was writing a new story when she received a text from an unknown number.
The text message read, "I still love you. I miss you."
She knew whom it was from.
Without a doubt, she went to the store and bought another sim card. She didn't care if people told her she "lost" by blocking her ex-lover from all her social-media accounts or by changing numbers often whenever she received calls and messages that were obviously from him.
For her, she was content and happy, and she wouldn't let her past, in any manner, get in the way. Forgiving, she knew, would take time, but she knew she'll be there. Not now, not soon . . . but she'll be there.
She found the best way to heal herself, and for that, she won.
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but she st...
