I had constructed a fairytale. Our families were best friends, and we had grown up together. We had to end up together, I told myself constantly because it was the only thing I had ever wanted.One of the last times I saw him, we were at a party and I was around eighteen.
He was drunk and ended up kissing me for the first time.I asked him if he had ever loved me, at any point, at all.He shrugged and answered, “A little.”Then there was my boyfriend in college who was so handsome I couldn’t believe he wanted to date me.But days would go by when he would disappear.
Photos would emerge on social media of him partying with other girls. Even though I felt like I was breaking and crumbling inside, I never said a word because I was terrified he.
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