Bone Deep

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Edward,

I cried over you last night- for the first time in a long time.

And I'd been doing such a good job at not crying. I mean, sure, my mind constantly drifts back to you, but at least no one else could tell because there were no physical signs of distress.

This morning my eyes were puffy, so I'm pretty sure they know now.

It's my own fault for looking at our pictures and texts. I should've deleted those. I don't even know why I kept them. Memory's sake, perhaps? As a memento from the past?

Hell, I guess it worked. It definitely brought up memories. I kept remembering the day I told you we should stop.

And all I could think was:

Shit. What did I do?

- Sarah.