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We were four days short of seven months when you broke up with me. I couldn't handle it, I thought we had a chance.
As the week progressed, I got more and more distressed. Why did you keep saying it was all my fault? Why did I believe you?
I started talking to an old friend, one who actually cared about me. He had made sure to keep me safe and happy when all I wanted was the opposite.
Randomly, he told me that I was really hot. I thought for sure that he had meant to send it to someone else, so I asked what he meant.
He said it again.
That night, I gave myself up to him. It was only a video call, and we were both high, but it still felt like it was something to me.
It seemed crazy to me, thinking that I could move on so fast. I admit that it still hurt to see when you started dating the girl I was always jealous of. But he was there to keep me sane.
It was paradise, being in your arms. You would make sure to see me everyday after school, and we became more than just friends.
At first, it was like a rebound relationship for us both, but it soon became something more powerful. We had seen each other through some of the worst times of our lives, and we soon began to realize that we wanted to progress even further.
We wanted to see each other through the best times too.
So finally, when he asked me to marry him after six years together, I was ecstatic.
I knew that I had finally found my home.
