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they seemed so happy.
it had been nearly a month since harlow had told me he was dating heather, nearly a month since i'd driven to his house and left his sweater on the porch.
nearly a month, and i still couldn't let him go.
i sat with my back against the tree, staring at them where they were sitting on a bench together. i always came to this park with my guitar, always sat against this tree to play, and part of me thought it was cruel that harlow had come today. i wasn't sure if it would be worse if he rememberedthat i always came here, or if he'd just forgotten and come here by coincidence.
as far as i knew, they hadn't noticed me yet, and as they spoke and laughed and smiled shyly, heather's golden hair beautiful in the sunlight, harlow's blue, blue eyes visible even from here, i – shit, i couldn't watch them. couldn't watch them anymore ; they seemed so perfect together, so easy, so fucking . . . happy.
and i knew i shouldn't, knew i had to let him go, but as i watched harlow put his arm around heather's shoulder, watched heather lean her head against his, i couldn't help but wonder if harlow was as happy when he'd been with me.
