In some ways, for some very brief moments, the bonfire tonight was everything I hoped it'd be. But too much of it was filled with painful memories.
He didn't say one word to me all night.
He doesn't want to hang out with me anymore. I'm just an annoying little girl who can't get over this.
I like to think of it as beautifully tragic sometimes. Almost poetic. And so typical of the story books.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to run.
I wanted to chuck my phone into the fire.
And I wanted to cry. Until my heart burst.
But it already has.
I am so selfish. I'm so sorry.
He's happy, and that's all that really matters. Right? I'll be ok sometime. I'm glad he's not hurting anymore. Please don't worry about me.
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