“The girl you’re staring at right now isn’t embarrassed she got caught, nor is she as lifeless as you’re depicting.” I point to my chest, my shirt wet from the tears that won’t stop. “This girl is full of life, full of hurt . . . full of regret. A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t thought about the decision I made in college.” A sob escapes me. “Not a day goes by that I don’t think about what we used to have, the bond we shared. And although it was my decision to end things, I wouldn’t have changed what I did because you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.” I wipe away a tear. “Starting
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