Fuck her. This wasn't love. Monday night. July first. Fuck her. She'd lied. She'd been lying. The whole time. She told me he had kissed her, but that wasn't the whole story. I knew it the whole fucking time. I knew there was more. It just didn't make sense. The story just didn't add up. She kissed him and now I'd seen him. I knew it by the face she made when the message popped up on her phone. It was him. Fuck him. I couldn't believe he touched the girl I loved. She made me feel fucking crazy. Running around my dads stupid house with her phone going through messages, social media, pictures, everything. Finally I told her I needed to hear it from him. The whole story. She could have her phone back after I asked him. No. No, she'd said. No because the stories wouldn't match up. Fuck her. How could she do this to me. I knew she'd done it before, but me? I was supposed to be different. You don't kiss someone else when you've found your fucking person. You don't want to kiss someone else. I didn't care if she felt gross about it. I didn't care how it happened. I didn't care if she regretted it. I'd never trust her again. I'd never speak to her again. I'd never look at her again. This was the last time. Goodbye Natalie. Fuck you.
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The last time
RomanceThis is just another love story that goes wrong, because real love usually does. This time, the story just happens to be true. I thought I'd seen the boy I loved for the last time so many times that when I finally really did, I didn't know what to d...
