Turning Tables ---Going Under Construction---
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Our first heartbreak is the one that imprints on us, helps us grow in all future relationships, good or bad. Unless the bad took you for a loop that never seemed to stop spinning, spun lies in a web that never stopped growing. Then all of your relationships seemed... False.
Jade Pierson shut herself away from the world when her heart got broke, choosing instead to focus her emotions, lessons, and time into her blog. One day, her friend Sasha convinces her that she needs to go out and have fun. Too bad the hurt is always around the corner to remind you why you prefer a comforter and a good Netflix movie.
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"Girl, I have the perfect idea!" She rushed over to my laptop and started typing as fast as her fingers would let her. "What was his name?"
"Xander Scott. Why?" Of course, it was no short leap to figure out what she was doing.
She looked over at me with triumph. "Xander Scott: Recently moved back to CO, works as a fitness trainer, and most importantly... is single." Flipping the computer around I saw his facebook. Everything he had been doing the last 6 years right under my fingers.
What was supposed to come from that though? How would it fix anything? CHange anything? "None of that matters."
"It could," Sasha argued. She closed the laptop so I could look at her. "You are obviously hurting and you haven't been able to let that go. The only way you are going to be able to do that is if you confront the problem. What do you want most?"
There were so many possible answers to that, the most obvious being to go back in time and stop me from dating Xander. If I couldn't change that, I wanted him to know how I felt.
"Contact him, get your payback. It would even be a good blog series. 10 ways to cure heartbreak."
I agreed and sent Xander my message.
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